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Charles Baudelaire

I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall seeThe springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,I… Continue reading Charles Baudelaire

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Charles Baudelaire

When the sky appears in painand sunset no more than a wound,what are the thoughts that occurto a libertine soul like yours? — Charles Baudelaire, from “Horreur Sympathique (Sympathetic Horror),” Les Fleurs Du Mal. Translated by Richard Howard. (David R. Godine October 1st 1983) Originally published 1857.

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Charles Baudelaire

What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes. ― Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen. (New Directions; F First Edition… Continue reading Charles Baudelaire

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Charles Baudelaire

How sweet all things would seemWere we in that kind land to live together,And there love slow and long,There love and die amongThose scenes that image you, that sumptuous weather.Drowned suns that glimmer thereThrough cloud-disheveled airMove me with such a mystery as appearsWithin those other skiesOf your treacherous eyesWhen I behold them shining through their… Continue reading Charles Baudelaire

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