Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Charles Baudelaire Poems

1. Le Flambeau Vivant (The Living Torch) 3/31/2010
2. Le Mauvais Moine (The Bad Monk) 3/31/2010
3. The Warner 3/31/2010
4. N'Est Ce Pas Qu'Il Est Doux-In (Is It Not Pleasant) 3/31/2010
5. The Soul Of Wine 9/7/2015
6. Gloomy Madrigal 10/27/2015
8. Destruction 3/29/2016
9. The Eyes Of Beauty 4/7/2016
10. The living flame 4/12/2016
11. The sky 4/27/2015
12. La Servante Au Grand Coeur Dont Vous Étiez Jalouse (The Great-Hearted Servant Of Whom You Were Jealous) 3/31/2010
13. Le Guignon (Ill-Starred) 3/31/2010
14. Semper Eadem (Ever The Same) 3/31/2010
15. Sisina 3/31/2010
16. The Lid 3/31/2010
17. The Solitary’s Wine 3/31/2010
18. The Ransom 3/31/2010
19. Réversibilité (Reversability) 3/31/2010
20. On Tasso In Prison (Eugène Delacroix’s Painting) 3/31/2010
21. Letter To Sainte-Beuve 3/31/2010
22. La Béatrice 3/31/2010
23. Je N'Ai Pas Oublié, Voisine De La Ville (I'Ve Not Forgotten, Near The Town) 3/31/2010
24. Une Nuit Que J'Étais Près D'Une Affreuse Juive (On Night I Lay With A Frightful Jewess) 3/31/2010
25. La Vie Antérieure (My Earlier Life) 3/31/2010
26. Le Tonneau De La Haine (The Cask Of Hate) 3/31/2010
27. Les Phares (The Beacons) 3/31/2010
28. L'Aube Spirituelle (Spiritual Dawn) 3/31/2010
29. La Cloche Fêlée (The Cracked Bell) 3/31/2010
30. La Muse Vénale (The Venal Muse) 3/31/2010
31. Sed Non Satiata (Unslakeable Lust) 3/31/2010
32. The Death Of The Poor 3/31/2010
33. Remords Posthume (Posthumous Remorse) 3/31/2010
34. The Inquisitive Man’s Dream 3/31/2010
35. La Pipe (The Pipe) 3/31/2010
36. L'Ennemi (The Enemy) 3/31/2010
37. Châtiment De L'Orgueil (The Punishment Of Pride) 3/31/2010
38. Duellum (The Duel) 3/31/2010
39. Il Aimait À La Voir 3/31/2010
40. Tout Entière (All Of Her) 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

Read the full of Get 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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