Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Charles Baudelaire Poems

1. The sky 4/27/2015
2. Sonnet Of Autumn 12/2/2014
3. The Sadness Of The Moon 2/2/2015
4. Le Léthé (Lethe) 3/31/2010
5. The Solitary’s Wine 3/31/2010
6. Semper Eadem (Ever The Same) 3/31/2010
7. Réversibilité (Reversability) 3/31/2010
8. The Ransom 3/31/2010
9. The Warner 3/31/2010
10. La Cloche Fêlée (The Cracked Bell) 3/31/2010
11. Le Guignon (Ill-Starred) 3/31/2010
12. La Pipe (The Pipe) 3/31/2010
13. Une Nuit Que J'Étais Près D'Une Affreuse Juive (On Night I Lay With A Frightful Jewess) 3/31/2010
14. Sisina 3/31/2010
15. Tu Mettrais L'Univers Entier Dans Ta Ruelle (You Would Take The Whole World To Bed With You) 3/31/2010
16. Letter To Sainte-Beuve 3/31/2010
17. Sed Non Satiata (Unslakeable Lust) 3/31/2010
18. La Servante Au Grand Coeur Dont Vous Étiez Jalouse (The Great-Hearted Servant Of Whom You Were Jealous) 3/31/2010
19. Que Diras-Tu Ce Soir, Pauvre Âme Solitaire (What Will You Say Tonight, Poor Solitary Soul) 3/31/2010
20. On Tasso In Prison (Eugène Delacroix’s Painting) 3/31/2010
21. N'Est Ce Pas Qu'Il Est Doux-In (Is It Not Pleasant) 3/31/2010
22. Je Te Donne Ces Vers Afin Que Si Mon Nom (I Give You These Verses So That If My Name) 3/31/2010
23. Une Gravure Fantastique (A Fantastic Engraving) 3/31/2010
24. Le Flacon (The Perfume Flask) 3/31/2010
25. Spleen (Iii) 3/31/2010
26. The Lid 3/31/2010
27. The Moon, Offended 3/31/2010
28. La Chevelure (Her Hair) 3/31/2010
29. Le Vampire (The Vampire) 3/31/2010
30. Moesta Et Errabunda (Grieving And Wandering) 3/31/2010
31. The Inquisitive Man’s Dream 3/31/2010
32. Le Flambeau Vivant (The Living Torch) 3/31/2010
33. Tristesses De La Lune (Sorrows Of The Moon) 3/31/2010
34. Spleen (Ii) 3/31/2010
35. Spleen (I) 3/31/2010
36. Remords Posthume (Posthumous Remorse) 3/31/2010
37. Morning Twilight 3/31/2010
38. To She Who Is Too Light-Hearted 3/31/2010
39. Il Aimait À La Voir 3/31/2010
40. Je N'Ai Pas Oublié, Voisine De La Ville (I'Ve Not Forgotten, Near The Town) 3/31/2010
Best Poem of Charles Baudelaire

Be Drunk

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything
that is groaning, everything ...

Read the full of Be Drunk

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 blaze into my sight.

My steps from every trap or sin to save,
In the strait road of Beauty they conduct me,
They are my servants, and I am their slave,
Obedient in whatever they instruct me.

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