The Fountain Of Blood is a beautiful poetry from Charles Baudelaire, from de book "Flowers Of Evil".
I make music and vocals. vocals are in french but if someone want to make vocals in another langage...
Hope you will enjoy this artisanal piece...
Here an old translation of the poetry by Roy Campbell...
The Fountain of Blood
My blood in waves seems sometimes to be spouting
As though in rhythmic sobs a fountain swooned.
I hear its long, low, rushing sound till, doubting,
I feel myself all over for the wound.
Across the town, as in the lists of battle,
It flows, transforming paving stones to isles,
Slaking the thirst of creatures, men, and cattle,
And colouring all nature red for miles.
Sometimes I've sought relief in precious wines
To lull in me the fear that undermines,
But found they sharpened every sense the more.
I've also sought forgetfulness in lust,
But love's a bed of needles, and they thrust
To give more drink to each rapacious whore.
Created: May 23, 2010Audio Media