Charles Baudelaire

The Flowers of Evil

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    O last of Autumn and Winter—steeped in haze,
    O sleepy seasons! you I love and praise,
    Because around my heart and brain you twine
    A misty winding-sheet and a nebulous shrine.
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    This heavy burden to uplift,
    O Sysiphus, thy pluck is required!
    And even though the heart aspired,
    Art is long and Time is swift.

    Afar from sepulchres renowned,
    To a graveyard, quite apart,
    Like a broken drum, my heart,
    Beats the funeral marches' sound.

    Many a buried jewel sleeps
    In the long-forgotten deeps,
    Far from mattock and from sound;

    Many a flower wafts aloft
    Its perfumes, like a secret soft,
    Within the solitudes, profound.
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    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."
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    And like a youngling bird that trembles in its nest,
    I'll pluck his heart right out; within its own blood drowned,
    And finally to satiate my favourite beast,
    I'll throw it with intense disdain upon the ground!"
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    Upon the cursèd tool of thy most wicked spite.
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    Forsooth, the branches of this wretched tree I'll wound
    And rob its pestilential blossoms of their might!"
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    Oh cursèd be that transient night of vain desire
    When I conceived my expiation in my womb!"
  • b6584210325has quoted2 years ago
    Ah, why did I not bear a serpent's nest entire,
    Instead of bringing forth this hideous Child of Doom!
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