In times of old when Nature in her glad excess
Brought forth such living marvels as no more are seen,
I should have loved to dwell with a young giantess,
Like a voluptuous cat about the feet of a queen;
To run and laugh beside her in her terrible games,
And see her grow each day to a more fearful size,
And see the flowering of her soul, and the first flames
Of passionate longing in the misty depths of her eyes;
To scale the slopes of her huge knees, explore at will
The hollows and the heights of her — and when, oppressed
By the long afternoons of summer, cloudless and still,
She would stretch out across the countryside to rest,
I should have loved to sleep in the shadow of her breast,
Quietly as a village nestling under a hill.
— Charles Baudeliare, (Translated by George Dillon, Flowers of Evil; NY: Harper and Brothers, 1936)
I ran across this poem last night while reading a selection from Charles Baudelaire and thought of this character, Diane the giantess. I doubt very much that Baudelaire would mind being associated with an anime called Seven Deadly Sins (the sinful old scallawag), so I went there.