Sunday, August 05, 2007
But on the ground, among the hooting crowds, He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.
L’Albatros [The Albatross] (translated by James McGowan, Oxford University Press, 1993) 
Nature is a temple where living columns Let slip from time to time uncertain words; Man finds his way through forests of symbols Which regard him with familiar gazes.
Correspondances [Correspondences]  -Charles Baudelaire