Une Charogne (The Carcass) (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v?mes, mon ?me,Ce beau matin d'?t? si doux:Au d?tour d'un sentier une charogne inf?meSur un lit ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v?mes, mon ?me,Ce beau matin d'?t? si doux:Au d?tour d'un sentier une charogne inf?meSur un lit ...
We are ghost-ridden: Through the deep night ...
I stood in the street in the noontide, precisely at midday time,For the loud-mouthed bells of the G.P.O. had that ...
Fair dreamer with the brand of fire,A little respite grant, I pray,Before you toss me on the pyreTo burn my ...
Ma pauvre muse, h?las! qu'as-tu donc ce matin?Tes yeux creux sont peupl?s de visions nocturnes,Et je vois tour ? tour ...
Through all the moving thoroughfares And in the contending marts of trade; Within the babbling magazines and Even as I ...
"UNDER the slanting light of the yellow sun of October, A ""gang of Dagos"" were working close by the side ...
this is the song of mehitabelof mehitabel the alley catas i wrote you before bossmehitabel is a believerin the pythagoreantheory ...
Noble executors of the munificent testament Of the late John Simon Guggenheim, distinguished bunch Of benefactors, there are certain kinds ...
They tell me new methods now govern the Muses,The modes of expression have changed with the times;That low is the ...
One day in the bluest of summer weather,Sketching under a whispering oak, I heard five bobolinks laughing togetherOver some ornithological ...
Superlatively sonorousLike a saxophone full of brass tacks and coffin-nails;Reverberantly rhythmical and rhythmically reverberantLike the quobbing of a foetus five ...
TO CAPT. WALTER S. THOMAS. We gaze upon the shining orbs That guild the depthless welkin dome, Survey that grand ...
I wandered alone beside the stream; The tide was out and the sands were bare; The tremulous tone of the ...
LEAGUES before me, leagues behind, Clamor warring wastes of flood, All the streams of all the worlds Flung together, mad ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
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