A Pagan's Prayer
A Pagan's Prayer
Ah, do not dampen down those flames,
But heat this frozen heart in me,
Pleasure, you torturer of souls!
Diva! supplicem exhaudi
Goddess, a presence in the air,
And in our buried lives a blaze,
Hear the despairing voice that sings
A brazen anthem in your praise.
Voluptuous pleasure, be my queen,
Put on your siren's mask again,
Fashioned of velvet and of flesh
Pour heavy sleep into my glass
Of mystic wine, O formless ghost
Of multiform voluptuousness
Writer/s: Charles Baudelaire, Susanna Wallumrød
