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Destruction. By Charles Baudelaire. Translated by C. F. MacIntyre. At my side the Demon writhes forever, Swimming around me like impalpable air; As I breathe, he burns my lungs like fever. And fills me with an eternal guilty desire.
The poet calmly stretches forth his pious arms, Whereon the lightenings from his lucid spirit veil The sight of the infuriated mob that swarms. "Oh blest be thou, Almighty who bestowest pain, Like some divine redress for our infirmities, And like the most refreshing and the purest rain, To sanctify the strong, for saintly ecstasies."
Charles Baudelaire. 1821 –. 1867. Read poems by this poet. The son of Joseph-Francois Baudelaire and Caroline Archimbaut Dufays, Charles Baudelaire was born in Paris on April 9, 1821. Baudelaire’s father, who was thirty years older than his mother, died when the poet was six. Baudelaire was very close with his mother (much of what is known ...
Charles Baudelaire. Selected Poems. ‘Satan Semant l'Ivraie’ - Félicien Rops (Belgian, 1833 - 1898) National Gallery of Art. Home. Download. Buy This Book. Voyage to Modernity. Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2001-2010 All Rights Reserved.
1821 –. 1867. Child, Sister, think how sweet to go out there and live together! To love at leisure, love and die in that land that resembles you! For me, damp suns in disturbed skies share mysterious charms with your treacherous eyes as they shine through tears. There, there’s only order, beauty: abundant, calm, voluptuous.
The Fountain. By Charles Baudelaire. Translated by Anthony Hecht. My dear, your eyes are weary; Rest them a little while. Assume the languid posture. Of pleasure mixed with guile. Outside the talkative fountain. Continues night and day. Repeating my warm passion. In whatever it has to say. The sheer luminous gown. The fountain wears.
It still lacked the six poems censored from the 1857 edition. Other Resources fleursdumal.org - Comprehensive site on Baudelaire and his poetry, including images and sound, maintained by Supervert.
