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Charles Baudelaire
1821 - 1867
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A Beatrice
One day in ashy, cindery terrains, / As I meandered, making my complaint / To nature, slowly sharpening the knife
A Carcass
Remember, my love, the object we saw / That beautiful morning in June: / By a bend in the path a carcass reclined
A Fantastical Engraving
This freakish ghost has nothing else to wear / But some cheap crown he picked up at a fair / Grotesquely perched atop his bony corpse.
A Former Life
Long since, I lived beneath vast porticoes, / By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired, / Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows,
A Martyr
Surrounded by flasks, and by spangled lames, / All matter of sumptuous goods, / Marble sculptures, fine paintings, and perfumed peignoirs
A Phantom
I. The Blackness / In vaults of fathomless obscurity / Where Destiny has sentenced me for life;
A Phantom II: The Perfume
Reader, have you ever breathed deeply, / with slow savour and intoxicated sense, / a church’s saturating grain of incense,
A Rotting Carcase
My soul, do you remember the object we saw / on what was a fine summer’s day: / at the path’s far corner, a shameful corpse
A Voyage To Cythera
My heart was like a bird that fluttered joyously / And glided free among the tackle and the lines! / The vessel rolled along under a cloudless sky
Abel And Cain
I. / Race of Abel, sleep and eat; / God smiles on you complacently.
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