? Nadar
Do you know, as I do, delicious sadness
and make others say of you: ‘Strange man!’
– I was dying. In my soul, singular illness,
desire and horror were mingled as one:
anguish and living hope, no factious bile.
The more the fatal sand ran out, the more
acute, delicious my torment: my heart entire
was tearing itself away from the world I saw.
I was like a child eager for the spectacle,
hating the curtain as one hates an obstacle.
at last the truth was chillingly revealed:
I’d died without surprise, dreadful morning
enveloped me. – Was this all there was to see?
The curtain had risen, and I was still waiting.
(Charles Baudelaire)
More Poetry from Charles Baudelaire:
Charles Baudelaire Poems based on Topics: Sadness, Soul, Man, World, Hope, Death & Dying, Desire, Truth, Obstacles- B (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
- A Une Madone (To A Madonna) (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
- Chanson d'Apr (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
- Chant d'automne (Song Of Autumn) (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
- Ch (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
- Causerie (Conversation) (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Man Poems, World Poems, Sadness Poems, Death & Dying Poems, Soul Poems, Hope Poems, Truth Poems, Desire Poems, Obstacles PoemsBased on Keywords: acute, enveloped, factious, chillingly