written by Charles BaudelaireTonight the moon dreams in a deeper languidness,
And, like a beauty on her cushions, lies at rest;
While drifting off to sleep, a tentative caress
Seeks, with a gentle hand, the contour of her breast;
As on a crest above her silken avalanche,
Dying, she yields herself to an unending swoon,
And sees a pallid vision everywhere she?d glance,
In the azure sky where blossoms have been strewn.
When sometime, in her weariness, upon her sphere
She might permit herself to sheda furtive tear,
A poet of great piety, a foe of sleep,
Catches in the hollow of his hand that tear,
An opal fragment, iridescent as a star;
Within his heart, far from the sun, it?s buried deep.
Charles Baudelaire
written by Charles Baudelaire, published on Sun 02.15.2009 at 21:29
Ce ne seront jamais ces beautés de vignettes,
Produits avariés, nés d'un siècle vaurien,
written by Charles Baudelaire, published on Sun 02.15.2009 at 06:29
On the great walls of ancient cloisters were nailed
Murals displaying Truth the saint,
written by Charles Baudelaire, published on Fri 02.13.2009 at 18:02
Le vin sait revêtir le plus sordide bouge
D'un luxe miraculeux,
Et fait surgir plus d'un portique fabuleux
written by Charles Baudelaire, published on Thu 02.12.2009 at 20:56
Un ange furieux fond du ciel comme un aigle,
Du mécréant saisit à plein poing les cheveux,
written by Charles Baudelaire, published on Fri 02.06.2009 at 20:20
Dis-moi, ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe,
Loin du noir océan de l'immonde cité,
written by Charles Baudelaire, published on Wed 01.28.2009 at 07:26
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces,
Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet
And its black evenings without solace,
