THE EYES OF BEAUTY | Poem by Charles Baudelaire

THE EYES OF BEAUTY Poem  ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; But all the sea of sadness in my blood Surges, and ebbing, leaves my lips morose, Salt with the memory of the bitter flood. In vain your hand glides my faint bosom o’er, That which you seek, … Read more…

THE FLASK | Poem by Charles Baudelaire

THE FLASK Poem  ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft when some old box Brought from the East is opened and the locks And hinges creak and cry; or in a press In some deserted house, where the … Read more…

The Ghost | Poem by Charles Baudelaire

The Ghost Poem  ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ Peace in thy hands, Peace in thine eyes, Peace on thy brow; Flower of a moment in the eternal hour, Peace with me now. Not a wave breaks, Not a bird calls, My heart, like a sea, Silent after a storm that hath died, Sleeps within me. All … Read more…

THE IRREPARABLE | Poem by Charles Baudelaire

THE IRREPARABLE Poem  ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the corse, Or as the acorn on the oak? Can we suppress the old Remorse? Ah, in what philtre, wine, or spell, May we drown this our ancient foe, … Read more…

THE LIVING FLAME | Poem by Charles Baudelaire

THE LIVING FLAME Poem  ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ THEY pass before me, these Eyes full of light, Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise; The holy brothers pass before my sight, And cast their diamond fires in my dim eyes. They keep me from all sin and error grave, They set me in the path … Read more…

THE SADNESS OF THE MOON | Poem by Charles Baudelaire

THE SADNESS OF THE MOON Poem  ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught and light, Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast. Upon her silken avalanche of down, Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh; And … Read more…

THE SEVEN OLD MEN | Poem by Charles Baudelaire

THE SEVEN OLD MEN Poem  ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in your narrow veins My story flows as flows the rising sap. One morn, disputing with my tired soul, And like a hero stiffening all my nerves, … Read more…

The Sick Muse | Poem by Charles Baudelaire

The Sick Muse Poem  ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In your cheek’s cold and taciturn reflection, I see insanity and horror forming. The green succubus and the red urchin, Have they poured you fear and love from … Read more…

THE SKY | Poem by Charles Baudelaire

THE SKY Poem  ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ WHERE’ER he be, on water or on land, Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold; One of Christ’s own, or of Cythera’s band, Shadowy beggar or Cr?sus rich with gold; Citizen, peasant, student, tramp; whate’er His little brain may be, alive or dead; Man knows the fear … Read more…

THE TEMPTATION | Poem by Charles Baudelaire

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…