The following poem is a translation of Baudelaire’s early ‘Le Serpent Qui Danse’. ~ A Serpent’s Dance How I love, dear indolence, to gaze ……….Upon your body of delight, That flickering of material ……….A shimmering of skin! Upon the dark depths of your hair ……….A tangle of pungent odour, A wild scented ocean ……….Of surging … Continue reading Le Serpent Qui Danse – a translation by Ian Brinton