A Play of words, poetry in motion
THE TEMPTATION Poem ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ THE Demon, in my chamber high, This morning came to visit me, And, thinking he would find some fault, He whispered: “I would know of thee Among the many lovely things That make the magic of her face, Among the beauties, black and rose, That make her body’s … Read more…
The Venal Muse Poem ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black evenings without solace, An ember to warm my violet feet? What will revive your bruised shoulders, The nocturnal rays that pierce the shutters? When you cannot feel … Read more…
THE OWLS Poem ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ UNDER the overhanging yews, The dark owls sit in solemn state, Like stranger gods; by twos and twos Their red eyes gleam. They meditate. Motionless thus they sit and dream Until that melancholy hour When, with the sun’s last fading gleam, The nightly shades assume their power. From … Read more…
THE REMORSE OF THE DEAD Poem ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ O SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; When thou for mansion and for bower shalt keep Only one rainy cave of hollow gloom; And when the stone upon thy trembling breast, And on thy straight … Read more…