The Enemy | Poem by Charles Baudelaire
The Enemy Poem ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ My youth was nothing but a black stormCrossed now and then by brilliant suns. The thunder and the rain so ravage the shoresNothing’s left of the fruit my garden held once. I should employ the rake and the plow,Having reached the autumn of ideas,To restore this inundated groundWhere … Read more…