Charles Baudelaire. (№ 273596)

At times melancholy seizes sailors,
And they for the sake of idle amusement then
Catch birds of the ocean, great sweeping
Mourners in the rough road of the court.
Thrown roughly to the deck, victim of violence
Disgraced king of the heights of blue,
Lowering his gigantic white wings
He, like oars, their hard drags behind him.
Only recently beautiful, vzvivayuschiesya to the clouds,
He has become so impotent, ridiculous, ridiculous!
He smokes him in the beak tabachischem smelly,
The mocking, hobbling, skipping after him.