N'Est Ce Pas Qu'Il Est Doux-In (Is It Not Pleasant) Poem by Charles Baudelaire
N'Est Ce Pas Qu'Il Est Doux-In (Is It Not Pleasant)
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Is it not pleasant, now we are tired,
and tarnished, like other men, to search for those fires
in the furthest East, where, again, we might see
morning's new dawn, and, in mad history,
hear the echoes, that vanish behind us, the sighs
of the young loves, God gives, at the start of our lives?
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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