Une Invitation au Voyage Postcards from Venice, on Baudelaire's Birthday

Think, would it not be
Sweet to live with me
All alone, my child, my love?

See, their voyage past,
To their moorings fast,
On the still canals asleep

We should have a room
Never out of bloom:
Tables polished by the palm
Of the vanished hours
Should reflect rare flowers
In that amber-scented calm;
Ceilings richly wrought,
Mirrors deep as thought,
Walls with eastern splendor hung,
All should speak apart
To the homesick heart
In its own dear native tongue.
There, restraint and order bless
Luxury and voluptuousness.
Quoted from the poem "L'invitation au voyage"
by Charles Baudelaire, translation by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Photographed in Venice, February 2012
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