Author: Charles Baudelaire

To bear a weight that cannot be borne, Sisyphus, even you aren’t that strong, Although your heart cannot be torn […]

WHEN Juan sought the subterranean flood, And paid his obolus on the Stygian shore, Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, […]

THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft […]

THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught […]

UNDER the overhanging yews, The dark owls sit in solemn state, Like stranger gods; by twos and twos Their red […]

MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest […]

I’ve been home a long time among the vast porticos, Which the mariner sun has tinged with a million fires, […]

CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless […]

La sottise, l’erreur, le péché, la lésine, Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps, Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords, […]

O SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; When thou for […]