Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Charles Baudelaire Poems

1. Gloomy Madrigal 10/27/2015
2. The living flame 4/12/2016
3. The Soul Of Wine 9/7/2015
5. The sky 4/27/2015
6. Destruction 3/29/2016
7. The Eyes Of Beauty 4/7/2016
8. Sonnet Of Autumn 12/2/2014
9. The Sadness Of The Moon 2/2/2015
10. Le Léthé (Lethe) 3/31/2010
11. The Solitary’s Wine 3/31/2010
12. Letter To Sainte-Beuve 3/31/2010
13. Semper Eadem (Ever The Same) 3/31/2010
14. Réversibilité (Reversability) 3/31/2010
15. The Warner 3/31/2010
16. La Cloche Fêlée (The Cracked Bell) 3/31/2010
17. Le Guignon (Ill-Starred) 3/31/2010
18. The Ransom 3/31/2010
19. Le Mauvais Moine (The Bad Monk) 3/31/2010
20. La Béatrice 3/31/2010
21. The Lid 3/31/2010
22. La Pipe (The Pipe) 3/31/2010
23. Tristesses De La Lune (Sorrows Of The Moon) 3/31/2010
24. Tu Mettrais L'Univers Entier Dans Ta Ruelle (You Would Take The Whole World To Bed With You) 3/31/2010
25. Le Flambeau Vivant (The Living Torch) 3/31/2010
26. Remords Posthume (Posthumous Remorse) 3/31/2010
27. Que Diras-Tu Ce Soir, Pauvre Âme Solitaire (What Will You Say Tonight, Poor Solitary Soul) 3/31/2010
28. La Servante Au Grand Coeur Dont Vous Étiez Jalouse (The Great-Hearted Servant Of Whom You Were Jealous) 3/31/2010
29. On Tasso In Prison (Eugène Delacroix’s Painting) 3/31/2010
30. Je Te Donne Ces Vers Afin Que Si Mon Nom (I Give You These Verses So That If My Name) 3/31/2010
31. L'Irrémédiable (The Irremediable) 3/31/2010
32. Les Phares (The Beacons) 3/31/2010
33. Une Gravure Fantastique (A Fantastic Engraving) 3/31/2010
34. Le Flacon (The Perfume Flask) 3/31/2010
35. The Moon, Offended 3/31/2010
36. La Chevelure (Her Hair) 3/31/2010
37. La Muse Vénale (The Venal Muse) 3/31/2010
38. La Serpent Qui Danse (The Dancing Serpent) 3/31/2010
39. Moesta Et Errabunda (Grieving And Wandering) 3/31/2010
40. N'Est Ce Pas Qu'Il Est Doux-In (Is It Not Pleasant) 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
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
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


Come to my heart, cruel, insensible one,
Adored tiger, monster with the indolent air;
I would for a long time plunge my trembling fingers
Into the heavy tresses of your hair;

And in your garments that exhale your perfume
I would bury my aching head,
And breathe, like a withered flower,
The sweet, stale reek of my love that is dead.

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