"Translation" of Charles Baudelaire's "Le Vin Des Amants" by Sandra Simonds

I Love Wine!

Today, omg, I’m just so spaced out and splendid,

           as I walk this earth without death, without an apron,

without being a wife and so my heart becomes the nostrils of a winter

        workhorse whose exhalation breaks through the iced, tulip sky.

 

Why does everyone want to torture me?

          All people care about are calendars, clocks, wallets

to time the flesh; Well, I can’t take it!  

 

So here ich bin, all balanced and delirious,

                tapping into some long forgotten intelligence—

 

Oh sister, let’s go to the Oregon coast

           and relax inside the boxed wine paradise of our dreams. 

 

—© 2014 Sandra Simonds