"To A Passer-By (Baudelaire)", ink & watercolor, 12" x 18", 2001 ©Justin Green
Amid the deafening traffic of the town,
Tall, slender, in deep mourning, with majesty,
A woman passed, raising with dignity
In her poised hand, the flounces of her gown;
Graceful, noble, with a statue's form.
And I drank, trembling as a madman thrills,
From her eyes, ashen sky where brooded storm.
The softness that fascinates, the pleasure that kills.
A flash...then night!-O lovely fugitive,
I am suddenly reborn from your swift glance;
Shall I never see you 'til eternity?
Somewhere, far off! Too late! Never, perchance!
Neither knows where the other goes or lives;
We might have loved, and you knew this might be!