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Moesta Et Errabunda (Grieving And Wandering)
Dis-moi ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe,Loin du noir océan de l'immonde citéVers un autre océan où la splendeur éclate,Bleu, clair, profond..
©  Charles Baudelaire
N'Est Ce Pas Qu'Il Est Doux-In (Is It Not Pleasant)
Is it not pleasant, now we are tired,and tarnished, like other men, to search for those firesin the furthest East, where, again, we might..
©  Charles Baudelaire
The Inquisitive Man’s Dream
Á NadarDo you know, as I do, delicious sadnessand make others say of you: ‘Strange man!’- I was dying. In my soul, singular illness,desire and horror..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Spleen (I)
Pluviôse, irrité contre la ville entière,De son urne à grands flots verse un froid ténébreuxAux pâles habitants du voisin cimetièreEt la mortalité..
©  Charles Baudelaire
To She Who Is Too Light-Hearted
Your head, your gesture, your air,are lovely, like a lovely landscape:laughter’s alive, in your face,a fresh breeze in a clear atmosphere.The dour..
©  Charles Baudelaire
The Seven Old Men
À Victor HugoAnt-like city, city full of dreams,where the passer-by, at dawn, meets the spectre!Mysteries everywhere are the sap that streamsthrough..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Je N'Ai Pas Oublié, Voisine De La Ville (I'Ve Not Forgotten, Near The Town)
I've not forgotten, near to the town,our white house, small but alone:its Pomona of plaster, its Venus of oldhiding nude limbs in the meagre..
©  Charles Baudelaire
La Géante (The Giantess)
Du temps que la Nature en sa verve puissanteConcevait chaque jour des enfants monstrueux,J'eusse aimé vivre auprès d'une jeune géante,Comme aux pieds..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Incompatibility
Higher there, higher, far from the ways,from the farms and the valleys, beyond the trees,beyond the hills and the grasses’ haze,far from the..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Evening Twilight
Here’s the criminal’s friend, delightful evening:come like an accomplice, with a wolf’s loping:slowly the sky’s vast vault hides each feature,and..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Il Aimait À La Voir
It was in her white skirts that he loved to seeher run straight through the branches and leaves, gracefully,but still gauche, and hiding her leg from..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Morning Twilight
Reveille was sounding on barrack-squares,and the wind of dawn blew on lighted stairs.It was the hour when a swarm of evil visionstorments swarthy..
©  Charles Baudelaire
L'Homme Et La Mer (Man And The Sea)
Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer!La mer est ton miroir; tu contemples ton âmeDans le déroulement infini de sa lame,Et ton esprit n'est pas un..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Le Tonneau De La Haine (The Cask Of Hate)
La Haine est le tonneau des pâles Danaïdes;La Vengeance éperdue aux bras rouges et fortsÀ beau précipiter dans ses ténèbres videsDe grands seaux..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Le Possédé (The Possessed)
Le soleil s'est couvert d'un crêpe. Comme lui,Ô Lune de ma vie! emmitoufle-toi d'ombreDors ou fume à ton gré; sois muette, sois sombre,Et plonge tout..
©  Charles Baudelaire
The Death Of The Poor
It is Death, alas, persuades us to keep on living:the goal of life and the only hope we have,like an elixir, rousing, intoxicating, givingthe..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Landscape
In order to write my chaste verses I’ll lielike an astrologer near to the skyand, by the bell-towers, listen in dreamto their solemn hymns on the..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Le Vampire (The Vampire)
Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau,Dans mon coeur plaintif es entrée;Toi qui, forte comme un troupeauDe démons, vins, folle et parée,De mon esprit..
©  Charles Baudelaire
The Game
Old courtesans in washed-out armchairs,pale, eyebrows blacked, eyes ‘tender’, ‘fatal’,simpering still, and from their skinny earsloosing their..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Une Nuit Que J'Étais Près D'Une Affreuse Juive (On Night I Lay With A Frightful Jewess)
Une nuit que j'étais près d'une affreuse Juive,Comme au long d'un cadavre un cadavre étendu,Je me pris à songer près de ce corps venduÀ la triste..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Lover’s Wine
Today Space is fine!Like a horse mount this wine,without bridle, spurs, bit,for a heaven divine!We, two angels they torturewith merciless fever,will..
©  Charles Baudelaire
The Digging Skeleton
IIn the anatomical platesdisplayed on the dusty quayswhere many a dry book sleepsmummified, as in ancient days,drawings to which the gravityand skill..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Don Juan Aux Enfers (Don Juan In Hell)
Quand Don Juan descendit vers l'onde souterraineEt lorsqu'il eut donné son obole à Charon,Un sombre mendiant, l'oeil fier comme Antisthène,D'un bras..
©  Charles Baudelaire
Hymn
To the too-dear, to the too-beautiful,who fills my heart with clarity,to the angel, to the immortal idol,All hail, in immortality!She flows through..
©  Charles Baudelaire
To A Woman Of Malabar
Your feet are as slender as hands, your hips, to me,wide enough for the sweetest white girl’s envy:to the wise artist your body is sweet and dear,and..
©  Charles Baudelaire