Poems by Charles Baudelaire
The Blessing
... I'll try the force Of the hand he calls 'frail,' my nails will dig a path ...
Tristesses de la lune (Sorrows Of The Moon)
... She rests Like a proud beauty on heaped cushions pressing, ...
Morning Twilight
... the airs filled with the frisson of things that fly, ...
Landscape
... the gutters, the belfries those masts of the city, ...
La Chevelure (Her Hair)
... The Fleece O shadowy fleece that falls and curls upon those bare ...
Anywhere Out of the World
... he Aurora Borealis will shoot up its rose-red sheafs like the reflections of the fireworks of hell!" ...
Je Te Donne Ces Vers Afin Que Si Mon Nom (I Give You These Verses So That If My Name)
... Ô toi qui, comme une ombre à la trace éphémère, ...
Hymn
... To the too-dear, to the too-beautiful, ...
Correspondances (Correspondences)
... As wide green prairies and there are others, having the whole ...
Tu mettrais l'univers entier dans ta ruelle (You Would Take The Whole World To Bed With You)
... And blind, fecund in tortures! how is it you have not seen, ...
Confession
... Confession Once, and once only, kind and gentle lady, ...
Windows
... hat reality is outside myself, so long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am ...
Les Phares (The Beacons)
... Your big heart swelling with pride at man defective and yellow, ...
Au Lecteur (To The Reader)
... This obscene beast chain-smokes yawning for the guillotine ...
Moesta et Errabunda (Grieving and Wandering)
... Where those young voices laugh, where those old tunes play on ...
