Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

The Owls - Poem by Charles Baudelaire

Among the black yews, their shelter,
the owls are ranged in a row,
like alien deities, the glow,
of their red eyes pierces. They ponder.
They perch there without moving,
till that melancholy moment
when quenching the falling sun,
the shadows are growing.
Their stance teaches the wise
to fear, in this world of ours,
all tumult, and all movement:
Mankind drunk on brief shadows
always incurs a punishment
for his longing to stir, and go.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 31, 2010

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