Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Charles Baudelaire Poems

1. The sky -new- 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. N'Est Ce Pas Qu'Il Est Doux-In (Is It Not Pleasant) 3/31/2010
6. Letter To Sainte-Beuve 3/31/2010
7. Réversibilité (Reversability) 3/31/2010
8. The Ransom 3/31/2010
9. The Warner 3/31/2010
10. Le Vampire (The Vampire) 3/31/2010
11. La Cloche Fêlée (The Cracked Bell) 3/31/2010
12. Le Guignon (Ill-Starred) 3/31/2010
13. La Pipe (The Pipe) 3/31/2010
14. Le Mauvais Moine (The Bad Monk) 3/31/2010
15. Une Nuit Que J'Étais Près D'Une Affreuse Juive (On Night I Lay With A Frightful Jewess) 3/31/2010
16. La Béatrice 3/31/2010
17. Le Flambeau Vivant (The Living Torch) 3/31/2010
18. Tristesses De La Lune (Sorrows Of The Moon) 3/31/2010
19. Sisina 3/31/2010
20. Tu Mettrais L'Univers Entier Dans Ta Ruelle (You Would Take The Whole World To Bed With You) 3/31/2010
21. Remords Posthume (Posthumous Remorse) 3/31/2010
22. Sed Non Satiata (Unslakeable Lust) 3/31/2010
23. Semper Eadem (Ever The Same) 3/31/2010
24. La Servante Au Grand Coeur Dont Vous Étiez Jalouse (The Great-Hearted Servant Of Whom You Were Jealous) 3/31/2010
25. Le Cygne (The Swan) 3/31/2010
26. On Tasso In Prison (Eugène Delacroix’s Painting) 3/31/2010
27. Je Te Donne Ces Vers Afin Que Si Mon Nom (I Give You These Verses So That If My Name) 3/31/2010
28. L'Irrémédiable (The Irremediable) 3/31/2010
29. Les Phares (The Beacons) 3/31/2010
30. L'Ennemi (The Enemy) 3/31/2010
31. Une Gravure Fantastique (A Fantastic Engraving) 3/31/2010
32. The Solitary’s Wine 3/31/2010
33. Spleen (Iii) 3/31/2010
34. Le Balcon (The Balcony) 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. The Seven Old Men 3/31/2010
Best Poem of Charles Baudelaire

Get Drunk

Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or...

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Lethe

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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