Unformatted text preview: Intimate Associations Nature is a holy place, where the living pillars Let slip at times some strangely garbled words; Man walks there through forests of physical things that are also spiritual things, They watch him with affectionate looks. As the echoes of great bells coming from far away Become entangled in a deep and profound association, A merging as huge as night, or as huge as clear light, Odor and colors and sounds all mean—each other. Perfumes exist that are as cool as the flesh of infants, Fragile as oboes, green as open fields, And others exist also, corrupt, dense, and triumphant, Having the associations of infinite things, Such as musk and amber, myrrh and incense, That describe the voyages of the body and soul.—Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)...
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- Fall '09
- Perfume, strangely garbled words, mystery touching love