B: Xxviii: Baudelaire And The Vampire Poem by Douglas Scotney

Baudelaire:
By the sky of a just-set sun
I recalled an imperishable line:
'Je croyais respirer le parfum de ton sang'*
(May as well be 'breathing your blood') .

By the time it was dark
I was drinking your breath,
So arty with happiness,
Not even the sun itself,
Could equal
My creativeness
(Just-risen from the scent of love's blood) .

The Vampire:
Just-sent from the rise of blood love.




* XXXVI Le Balcon. Fleurs du Mal.