Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Travelling Bohemians
The prophetic tribe of the ardent eyesYesterday they took the road, holding their babiesOn their backs, delivering to fierce appetitesThe always..
© Charles Baudelaire
One O'Clock In The Morning
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For a few hours at least silence will be ours, if not..
© Charles Baudelaire
My Earlier Life
I've been home a long time among the vast porticos,Which the mariner sun has tinged with a million fires,Whose grandest pillars, upright, majestic..
© Charles Baudelaire
Ill-Starred
To bear a weight that cannot be borne,Sisyphus, even you aren't that strong,Although your heart cannot be tornTime is short and Art is long.Far from..
© Charles Baudelaire
Alchimie De La Douleur (The Alchemy Of Sorrow)
L'un t'éclaire avec son ardeur,L'autre en toi met son deuil, Nature!Ce qui dit à l'un: Sépulture!Dit à l'autre: Vie et splendeur!Hermès inconnu qui..
© Charles Baudelaire
L'Invitation Au Voyage
Mon enfant, ma soeur,Songe à la douceur,D'aller là-bas, vivre ensemble!Aimer à loisir,Aimer et mourir,Au pays qui te ressemble!Les soleils..
© Charles Baudelaire
The Blessing
When, by a decree of the sovereign power,The poet makes his appearance in a bored world,With fists clenched at the horror, his outraged motherCalls..
© Charles Baudelaire
The Balcony
Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses,O you, all my pleasures! O you, all my learning!You will remember the joy of caresses,the sweetness of..
© Charles Baudelaire
The Living Torch
Those lit eyes go before me, in full view,(Some cunning angel magnetised their light) -Heavenly twins, yet my own brothers too,Shaking their diamond..
© Charles Baudelaire
Spleen
I'm like the king of a rain-country, richbut sterile, young but with an old wolf's itch,one who escapes Fénelon's apologues,and kills the day in..
© Charles Baudelaire
The Possessed
The sun in crepe has muffled up his fire.Moon of my life! Half shade yourself like him.Slumber or smoke. Be silent and be dim,And in the gulf of..
© Charles Baudelaire
The Sick Muse
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning?Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions,In your cheek's cold and taciturn..
© Charles Baudelaire
The End Of The Day
In all its raucous impudenceLife writhes, cavorts in pallid light,With little cause or consequence;And when, with darkling skies, the nightCasts over..
© Charles Baudelaire
For Madame Sabatier
What will you say tonight, poor soul in solitude,what will you say my heart, withered till now,to the so beautiful, so sweet, so dear one,whose..
© Charles Baudelaire
The Enemy
My youth was nothing but a black stormCrossed now and then by brilliant suns.The thunder and the rain so ravage the shoresNothing's left of the fruit..
© Charles Baudelaire
Music
Music, like an ocean, often carries me away!Through the ether far,or under a canopy of mist, I set sailfor my pale star.Breasting the waves, my lungs..
© Charles Baudelaire
De Profundis Clamavi
Have pity, You alone whom I adoreFrom down this black pit where my heart is sped,A sombre universe ringed round with leadWhere fear and curses the..
© Charles Baudelaire
Sorrows Of The Moon
Tonight the moon dreams in a deeper languidness,And, like a beauty on her cushions, lies at rest;While drifting off to sleep, a tentative..
© Charles Baudelaire
The Fountain Of Blood
A fountain's pulsing sobs--like this my bloodMeasures its flowing, so it sometimes seems.I hear a gentle murmur as it streams;Where the wound lies..
© Charles Baudelaire
The Vampire
You that, like a dagger’s thrust,Have entered my complaining heart,You that, stronger than a hostOf demons, came, wild yet prepared;Within my mind’s..
© Charles Baudelaire
Elevation
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys,The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas,Farther than the sun, the distant breeze,The spheres that wilt to..
© Charles Baudelaire
Invitation To The Voyage
Imagine, ma petite,Dear sister mine, how sweetWere we to go and take our pleasureLeisurely, you and I—To lie, to love, to dieOff in that land made to..
© Charles Baudelaire
Evening Harmony
The hour has come at last when, trembling to and fro,Each flower is a censer sifting its perfume;The scent and sounds all swirl in evening’s gentle..
© Charles Baudelaire
Composure
(The speaker addresses himself)Lighten up, you bitch, stop being so bitter.You lobbied for night. It falls. Right here.The air, a haziness, wimples..
© Charles Baudelaire
Calm
Have patience, O my sorrow, and be still.You asked for night: it falls: it is here.A shadowy atmosphere enshrouds the hill,to some men bringing..
© Charles Baudelaire