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Charles Baudelaire

To a Madonna Votive Offering in the Spanish Style I want to build for you, Madonna, my mistress, An underground altar in the depths of my grief And carve out in the darkest corner of my heart, Far from worldly desires and mocking looks, A niche, all enameled with azure and with gold, Where you… Continue reading Charles Baudelaire

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Charles Baudelaire

To the Reader To the Reader Folly, error, sin, and penny-pinching Preoccupy our minds and belabor our bodies And we feed our amiable remorse Like beggars nourishing their vermin. Our sins are stubborn, our repentance weak — We demand generous payment for our confessions And we return gaily to the muddy path, Believing a few… Continue reading Charles Baudelaire

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Charles Baudelaire

In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned. — Charles Baudelaire, from “Obsession,” Fleurs du mal / Flowers of Evil. Translated by Richard Howard. (David R. Godine; First edition, second printing edition October 1, 1985) Originally… Continue reading Charles Baudelaire

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Charles Baudelaire

Paris may change, but in my melancholy mood Nothing has budged! New palaces, blocks, scaffoldings, Old neighborhoods, are allegorical for me And my dear memories are heavier than stone. – Charles Baudelaire, from “The Swan,” The Flowers of Evil. Translated by James McGowan, (Oxford University Press May 15, 2008) Originally published 1857.

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Charles Baudelaire

I prefer to African wines, to opium, to burgundy, The elixir of your mouth where love parades itself; When my desires leave in caravan for you, Your eyes are the reservoir where my cares drink. — Charles Baudelaire, from “Sed Non Satiata,” Fleurs du mal / Flowers of Evil. Translated by Geoffrey Wagner. (David R.… Continue reading Charles Baudelaire

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