At One O’Clock In The Morning (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a ...
Charles Baudelaire Poems on Night (17 Poems)
Calm (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Have patience, O my sorrow, and be still.You asked for night: it falls: it is here.A shadowy atmosphere enshrouds the ...
Spleen (IV) (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Quand le ciel bas et lourd p?se comme un couvercleSur l'esprit g?missant en proie aux longs ennuis,Et que de l'horizon ...
One O’Clock in the Morning (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For ...
The Irreparable (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Can we stifle the old, long-lived Remorse,that lives, writhes, heaves,feeds on us, like a worm on a corpse,like oak-gall on ...
To She Who Is Too Light-hearted (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Your head, your gesture, your air,are lovely, like a lovely landscape:laughter's alive, in your face,a fresh breeze in a clear ...
Epilogue (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
With quiet heart, I climbed the hill,from which one can see, the city, complete,hospitals, brothels, purgatory, hell,prison, where every sin ...
Hymn (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
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 ...
Mist And Rain (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Late autumns, winters, spring-times steeped in mud,anaesthetizing seasons! You I praise, and lovefor so enveloping my heart and brainin vaporous ...
The Void (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Pascal had his Void that went with him day and night.- Alas! It's all Abyss, - action, longing, dream,the Word! ...
Bertha’s Eyes (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
You can scorn more illustrious eyes,sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flightsomething as good or as tender ...
Music (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Music, like an ocean, often carries me away!Through the ether far,or under a canopy of mist, I set sailfor my ...
BALCONY (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
MOTHER of memories, mistress of mistresses, O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire, Thou shalt recall the beauty of ...
CONTEMPLATION (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
THOU, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still, The eve is thine which even now drops down, To carry ...
THE TEMPTATION (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
THE Demon, in my chamber high, This morning came to visit me, And, thinking he would find some fault, He ...
Correspondences (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
Nature is a temple where the living pillars Let go sometimes a blurred speech- A Forest of symbols passes through ...
THE GHOST (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
SOFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove I will return to thy alcove, And glide upon the night to thee, Treading the ...