Absinthe Poetry: Charles Cros
January 30th, 2009
The Morning After
With flowers and with women,
with absinthe and with fire,
we can divert ourselves a little,
acting our parts in the play.
Absinthe drunk on a winter evening,
lights up in green the smoky soul;
and the flowers on the darling one
exude perfume before the bright fire.
Then kisses lose their charms,
having lasted a few seasons,
reciprocal betrayal means
you leave one [...]
