Author: Charles Baudelaire

WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty […]

THEY say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes: “Why dost thou love me so, strange lover mine?” Be sweet, […]

WHEN with closed eyes in autumn’s eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast, Before my eyes […]

Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and […]

MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea Towards my planet pale, Then through dark fogs or heaven’s infinity I lift […]

Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant […]

ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of […]

O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black […]

WHERE’ER he be, on water or on land, Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold; One of Christ’s own, […]

THEY pass before me, these Eyes full of light, Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise; The holy brothers pass […]