CONTEMPLATION (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
THOU, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still, The eve is thine which even now drops down, To carry ...
THOU, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still, The eve is thine which even now drops down, To carry ...
ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief? Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite, And the vague terrors of ...
MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea Towards my planet pale, Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity I lift ...
THEY pass before me, these Eyes full of light, Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise; The holy brothers pass ...
YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; But all the sea of sadness in my blood Surges, and ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught ...
I'M like some king in whose corrupted veins Flows ag?d blood; who rules a land of rains; Who, young in ...
LONG since, I lived beneath vast porticoes, By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired, Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows, Seemed ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
THE Demon, in my chamber high, This morning came to visit me, And, thinking he would find some fault, He ...
On the great walls of ancient cloisters were nailed Murals displaying Truth the saint, Whose effect, reheating the pious entrails ...
WHEN with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast, Before my eyes ...
I AM as lovely as a dream in stone, And this my heart where each finds death in turn, Inspires ...
THEY say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes: "Why dost thou love me so, strange lover mine?" Be sweet, ...
I've been home a long time among the vast porticos, Which the mariner sun has tinged with a million fires, ...
To bear a weight that cannot be borne, Sisyphus, even you aren't that strong, Although your heart cannot be torn ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
The prophetic tribe of the ardent eyes Yesterday they took the road, holding their babies On their backs, delivering to ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte, L'Espoir, dont l'éperon attisait ton ardeur, Ne veut plus t'enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur, ...
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...
Voici venir les temps o? vibrant sur sa tige Chaque fleur s'?vapore ainsi qu'un encensoir; Les sons et les parfums ...
Nature is a temple where the living pillars Let go sometimes a blurred speech- A Forest of symbols passes through ...
La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine, Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps, Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords, ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
My youth was nothing but a black storm Crossed now and then by brilliant suns. The thunder and the rain ...
UNDER the overhanging yews, The dark owls sit in solemn state, Like stranger gods; by twos and twos Their red ...
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