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Charles Baudelaire - L`Albatros (The Albatross)
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Souvent, pour s`amuser, les hommes d`équipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.

À peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,
Que ces rois de l`azur, maladroits et honteux,
Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches
Comme des avirons traîner à côté d`eux.

Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule!
Lui, naguère si beau, qu`il est comique et laid!
L`un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,
L`autre mime, en boitant, l`infirme qui volait!

Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l`archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l`empêchent de marcher.



The Albatross


Often, to amuse themselves, the men of a crew 
Catch albatrosses, those vast sea birds 
That indolently follow a ship 
As it glides over the deep, briny sea.

Scarcely have they placed them on the deck 
Than these kings of the sky, clumsy, ashamed, 
Pathetically let their great white wings 
Drag beside them like oars.

That winged voyager, how weak and gauche he is, 
So beautiful before, now comic and ugly! 
One man worries his beak with a stubby clay pipe; 
Another limps, mimics the cripple who once flew!

The poet resembles this prince of cloud and sky 
Who frequents the tempest and laughs at the bowman; 
When exiled on the earth, the butt of hoots and jeers, 
His giant wings prevent him from walking.


— Translated by William Aggeler



The Albatross 

Sometimes for sport the men of loafing crews 
Snare the great albatrosses of the deep, 
The indolent companions of their cruise 
As through the bitter vastitudes they sweep.

Scarce have they fished aboard these airy kings 
When helpless on such unaccustomed floors, 
They piteously droop their huge white wings 
And trail them at their sides like drifting oars.

How comical, how ugly, and how meek 
Appears this soarer of celestial snows! 
One, with his pipe, teases the golden beak, 
One, limping, mocks the cripple as he goes.

The Poet, like this monarch of the clouds, 
Despising archers, rides the storm elate. 
But, stranded on the earth to jeering crowds, 
The great wings of the giant baulk his gait.


— Translated by Roy Campbell



The Albatross


Sometimes, to entertain themselves, the men of the crew 
Lure upon deck an unlucky albatross, one of those vast 
Birds of the sea that follow unwearied the voyage through, 
Flying in slow and elegant circles above the mast.

No sooner have they disentangled him from their nets 
Than this aerial colossus, shorn of his pride, 
Goes hobbling pitiably across the planks and lets 
His great wings hang like heavy, useless oars at his side.

How droll is the poor floundering creature, how limp and weak — 
He, but a moment past so lordly, flying in state! 
They tease him: One of them tries to stick a pipe in his beak; 
Another mimics with laughter his odd lurching gait.

The Poet is like that wild inheritor of the cloud, 
A rider of storms, above the range of arrows and slings; 
Exiled on earth, at bay amid the jeering crowd, 
He cannot walk for his unmanageable wings.


— Translated by George Dillon



Albatrosses


Often our sailors, for an hour of fun,
Catch albatrosses on the after breeze
Through which these trail the ship from sun to sun
As it skims down the deep and briny seas.

Scarce have these birds been set upon the poop,
Than, awkward now, they, the sky`s emperors,
Piteous and shamed, let their great white wings droop
Beside them like a pair of idle oars.

These wingèd voyagers, how gauche their gait!
Once noble, now how ludicrous to view!
One sailor bums them with his pipe, his mate
Limps, mimicking these cripples who once flew.

Poets are like these lords of sky and cloud,
Who ride the storm and mock the bow`s taut strings,
Exiled on earth amid a jeering crowd,
Prisoned and palsied by their giant wings.


— Translated by Jacques LeClercq



The Albatross

Often, to amuse themselves, the men of the crew 
Catch those great birds of the seas, the albatrosses, 
lazy companions of the voyage, who follow 
The ship that slips through bitter gulfs.

Hardly have they put them on the deck, 
Than these kings of the skies, awkward and ashamed, 
Piteously let their great white wings 
Draggle like oars beside them.

This winged traveler, how weak he becomes and slack! 
He who of late was so beautiful, how comical and ugly! 
Someone teases his beak with a branding iron, 
Another mimics, limping, the crippled flyer!

The Poet is like the prince of the clouds, 
Haunting the tempest and laughing at the archer; 
Exiled on earth amongst the shouting people, 
His giant`s wings hinder him from walking.


— Translated by Geoffrey Wagner
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