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").
Bertha’s Eyes
You can scorn more illustrious eyes,sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flightsomething as good or as tender as night.Turn to mine your..
© Charles Baudelaire
Correspondences
Nature is a temple whose living colonnadesBreathe forth a mystic speech in fitful sighs;Man wanders among symbols in those gladesWhere all things..
© Charles Baudelaire
The Albatross
Often to pass the time on board, the crewwill catch an albatross, one of those big birdswhich nonchalently chaperone a shipacross the bitter fathoms..
© Charles Baudelaire
Windows
Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more..
© Charles Baudelaire
The Jewels
My well-beloved was stripped. Knowing my whim,She wore her tinkling gems, but naught besides:And showed such pride as, while her luck betides,A..
© Charles Baudelaire
Crowds
It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of vitality at the expense of..
© Charles Baudelaire
Au Lecteur
La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine,Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps,Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords,Comme les mendiants..
© Charles Baudelaire
The Carcass
Remember that object we saw, dear soul,In the sweetness of a summer morn:At a bend of the path a loathsome carrionOn a bed with pebbles strewn,With..
© Charles Baudelaire
Autumn
Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows,And all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone.I already hear the dead thuds of logs..
© Charles Baudelaire
Beacons
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,But where life throngs and seethes without ceaseLike the..
© Charles Baudelaire
At One O'Clock In The Morning
Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a few hourswe shall have silence, if not repose. At..
© Charles Baudelaire
Cats
They are alike, prim scholar and perfervid lover:When comes the season of decay, they both decideUpon sweet, husky cats to be the household..
© Charles Baudelaire
Anywhere Out Of The World
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like tosuffer in front of the stove, and..
© Charles Baudelaire
Her Hair
O fleece, that down the neck waves to the nape!O curls! O perfume nonchalant and rare!O ecstasy! To fill this alcove shapeWith memories that in these..
© Charles Baudelaire
Get Drunk
Always be drunk.That's it!The great imperative!In order not to feelTime's horrid fardelbruise your shoulders,grinding you into the earth,Get drunk..
© Charles Baudelaire
Be Drunk
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's theonly way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaksyour back and..
© Charles Baudelaire
Do Not Entrust
Do not entrust all roads yoursTo the unfaithful, immense crowd:It'll smash your castle with rough force,And quench light of your temple, proud.He's..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
Do Neglect All Your Dear Creations
Do neglect all your dear creations,And all people and worldly contacts;Do neglect all your hot earthly passions,Think in days, and say prayers in..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
I'M Hamlet Now
I'm Hamlet now. Freezes blood,When the perfidy waves laces,While love is first - and lives in heartFor her - the one in times and spaces.Ophelia, my..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
Here We Live
Here we live in ancient chambersBy the water strings.Here at spring the gladness rambles,And the river sings.As the gaiety's first message,With the..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
Grass Was Pushing Through
Grass was pushing through earth by the graves, we've forgot.We've forgot yesterday… We've forgot every word…Only silence around us sings…Whether..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
Flaming Signs Of The Mystery
Flaming signs of the mystery growOn the wall, that is solid and grim,And the tulips of purple and goldAll the night hang o'er me in my dream.I hide..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
A Flame's In Skies
A flame's in skies. The night lays dead and grey.The wood's high trees are crowding around,But in the night I clear hear sound -The hum of mobs in..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
I'Ve To Return
I've to return to my great battle;Revive my spirit, sleep my flesh!Let's change with days, in prayers settled,All these days of the happy flash!But..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
It's Lifted Up
It's lifted up - this iron pole -Over our cursed heads, And weAre flying o'er the abyss, awful,Through space where none can something see.But..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok