Misty Sky
One would have thought your eyes were veiled in haze Strange eyes! (Grey, green, or azure is their gaze?)It seems they would reflect, in each renewal,The changing skies, dull, dreamy, fond, or cruel.
You know those days both warm and hazy, which Melt into tears the hearts that they bewitch:And when the nerves, uneasy to control, Too-wide awake, upbraid the sleeping soul.
You, too, resemble such a lit horizon As suns of misty seasons now bedizen...As you shine out, a landscape fresh with rain With misty sunbeams sparkling on the plain. Dangerous girl, seductive as the weather! Shall I adore your snows and frosts together? In your relentless winter shall I feel A kiss more sharp than that of ice and steel?
— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
— Charles Baudelaire
(April 9, 1821 - August 31, 1867)