Poems by Charles Baudelaire
Sonnet Of Autumn
... And will not bare the secret of their shame ...
My Earlier Life
... And the nude slaves, all impregnated with odors,Who refreshed my brow with waving palms ...
Exotic Perfume
... While the faint odours from green tamarisks blown, ...
The Bad Monk
... On the great walls of ancient cloisters were nailed ...
The Venal Muse
... When you cannot feel your palace, just your empty billfold, ...
The Temptation
... Her voice makes perfume when she speaks, ...
The Swan
... His nervous wings, he cried (his heart the while ...
The Eyes Of Beauty
... ah, no more Seek in me for a heart which those dogs ate ...
The Dance Of Death
... From Seine's cold quays to Ganges' burning stream, ...
The Sadness Of The Moon
... And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep, ...
Spleen
... Will never warm this dead man's bloodless pains, ...
A Former Life
... The rolling surge that mirrored all the skies ...
Reversibility
... With hands clenched in the shade and tears of gall, ...
Music
... With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee, ...
The Living Flame
... the sun Dims not your flame phantastical and bright ...
