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Born in April 9, 1821 / Died in August 31, 1867 / France / French

Poems by Charles Baudelaire

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Causerie (Conversation)

... Conversation You are the loveliness, the clearness, the red of autumn skies! ...

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Beowulf

... And I heard that soon passed o'er the path of this treasure, all apple-fallow, four good steeds, ...

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The Digging Skeleton

... farm-hands, digging the soil at their feet ...

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Destruction

... Visions of festering wounds and filthy clothes, ...

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Chant d'automne (Song Of Autumn)

... Douce beauté, mais tout aujourd'hui m'est amer, Et rien, ni votre amour, ni le boudoir, ni l'âtre, ...

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Invitation to the Voyage

... Deep mirrors, ceilings fine—would each, ...

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Don Juan Aux Enfers (Don Juan In Hell)

... Writhing and tearing open their garments while he crossed, ...

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The Fountain

... s reaches And dreams of fiery deeds ...

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Calm

... sleeps, and, like a long shroud trailing from the East, ...

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Letter To Sainte-Beuve

... – art of that pain that creates true voluptuousness, – ...

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The Ragpickers' Wine

... Paying no heed to the spies of the cops, his thralls, ...

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Une Charogne

... Les formes s'effaçaient et n'étaient plus qu'un rêve, ...

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The Albatross

... Another, limping, mimics the infirm bird that once could fly ...

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The Owls

... From their still attitude the wise ...

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The Ghost

... And I will give to thee, my own, ...