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 down 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 grant 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 lies a sweet tomb
Where I’m far cozier than down my chill cellars.
“Do you hear the peal of Sunday ditties
And hope effervesce in my throbbing breast?
Elbows on the table and rolling up your sleeves,
You'll glory be me and be satisfied;
“I'll light up the eyes of your elated wife;
To your son restore strength and color,
And will be, for that frail athlete of life,
The oil that toughens fighter muscle.
“Into you I'll flow, vegetal ambrosia,
The eternal Sower's precious sown grain,
So that our love may give rise to poetry,
That’ll hoot up to God like a rare flower!”