L'âme du vin -- Charles Baudelaire
l'âme du vin chantait dans les bouteilles :
The Soul of Wine
One night, wine's soul sang from deep in the bottle,
"Man, unto you I pitch, O dear disowned,
From beneath my prison glass and crimson seals,
A song full of light and brotherhood!
“I know how much needs be, on the blazing hill,
Of pain, and sweat and broiling sun
To bring about my life and give me soul;
But I shan’t be unthankful or mean,
“For I feel immense joy when I tumble down
The gullet of a man by toil worn down,
And in his warm breast is a sweet tomb
Where I’m far cozier than down my chill cellars.
“Can you hear Sunday ditties resound
And hope sizzle in my throbbing breast?
Elbows on the table and sleeves rolled up,
You'll glory be me and be satisfied;
“I'll light the eyes of your elated wife;
Restore strength and color to your son,
And will be, for that frail athlete of life,
The oil that stiffens wrestling fiber.
“Into you I'll flow, vegetal ambrosia,
The eternal Sower's precious sown grain,
So that our love may give rise to verse,
That shoots to God like a rare flower!”