Rethink.

The Pipe Charles Baude­laire (trans. Joshua Rocks and Ashok Karra) I am the pipe of an author; One sees, in con­tem­plat­ing my mien Of Abyssin­ian or Kaf­fir, Whether my mas­ter is a great smoker. When he is filled with sor­row, I smoke like a cot­tage Where they pre­pare sup­per For the return of the laborer. …

The Cat Charles Baude­laire (trans­la­tion Joshua Rocks, with help in key places from Stephanie Per­rais) Come, my dear cat, upon my lov­ing chest; Hold in the claws of your paws, and allow me to dive into your beau­ti­ful eyes, a mix­ture of metal and agate. In which time my fin­gers caress in leisure Your head and …