Beacons (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,But where life throngs and seethes without ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,But where life throngs and seethes without ...
Non numero horas nisi serenasWhen Fall drowns morns in mist, it seemsIn soul I am a part of it;A portion ...
IAt length arrived, your book I takeTo read in for the author's sake;Too gray for new sensations grown,Can charm to ...
Dear lady, are you open to a hintAs down our sober pavement you displayA costume reminiscent of a printOf Valenciennes ...
Dear Dolly! who does not recallThe thrilling page that pictured allThose charms that held our sense in thrall Just as ...
(For Aline) From what old ballad, or from what rich frame Did you descend to glorify the earth? Was it ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady's slipper. Your ...
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