Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

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 nourrissent leur vermine.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

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  • Jacob Clark (2/25/2012 11:05:00 AM)

    The full version of this poem is 10 stanzas. Why is only the first listed here? (Report) Reply

  • Ms Acras (8/11/2009 2:35:00 AM)

    Beautiful because it is Baudelaire, nonsensical to me for I know no french. (Report) Reply

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