In times when madcap Nature in her verve
Conceived each day a hatch of monstrous spawn,
I might have lived near some young giantess,
Like a voluptuous cat before a queen
To watch her body tlower with her soul,
And grow up freely in her dreadful play;
To guess about a passion's sombre tlame
Bom in the mists that swim within her eyes.
At leisure to explore her mighty forms;
To climb the slopes of her enormous knees,
And sometimes, when the summer's tainted suns
Had lain her out across the countryside,
To drowse in nonchalance below her breast,
Like a calm village in the mountain's shade.
The Giantess by Charles Baudelaire