mifune in yojimbo
Sunday, December 23, 2007
space rolls to-day her splendour round!
unbridled, spurless, without bound,
mount we upon the wings of wine
for skies fantastic and divine!
let us, like angels tortured by
some wild delirious phantasy,
follow the far-off mirage born
in the blue crystal of the morn.
and gently balanced on the wing
of the wild whirlwind we will ride,
rejoicing with the joyous thing.
my sister, floating side by side,
fly we unceasing whither gleams
the distant heaven of my dreams.
charles baudelaire, 1906