Author: Charles Baudelaire

SOFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove I will return to thy alcove, And glide upon the night to thee, Treading the […]

THE Demon, in my chamber high, This morning came to visit me, And, thinking he would find some fault, He […]

My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In […]

I AM as lovely as a dream in stone, And this my heart where each finds death in turn, Inspires […]

The prophetic tribe of the ardent eyes Yesterday they took the road, holding their babies On their backs, delivering to […]

Often, to amuse themselves, the crew of the ship Would fell an albatross, the largest of sea birds, Indolent companions […]

I’M like some king in whose corrupted veins Flows agиd blood; who rules a land of rains; Who, young in […]

ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief? Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite, And the vague terrors of […]

MOTHER of memories, mistress of mistresses, O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire, Thou shalt recall the beauty of […]

My youth was nothing but a black storm Crossed now and then by brilliant suns. The thunder and the rain […]