Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Charles Baudelaire Poems

1. À Une Dame Créole (To A Creole Lady) 3/31/2010
2. A Une Madone (To A Madonna) 3/31/2010
3. Alchimie De La Douleur (The Alchemy Of Sorrow) 3/31/2010
4. Anywhere Out Of The World 1/20/2003
5. At One O'Clock In The Morning 1/20/2003
6. Au Lecteur 1/13/2003
7. Autumn 1/3/2003
8. Avec Ses Vêtements Ondoyants Et Nacrés (With Waving Opalescense In Her Gown) 3/31/2010
9. Be Drunk 1/20/2003
10. Beacons 1/13/2003
11. Bénédiction (Benediction) 3/31/2010
12. Beowulf 3/31/2010
13. Bertha’s Eyes 3/31/2010
14. Bohémiens En Voyage (Gypsies On The Road) 3/31/2010
15. Calm 3/31/2010
16. Cats 1/3/2003
17. Causerie (Conversation) 3/31/2010
18. Chanson D'Après-Midi (Afternoon Song) 3/31/2010
19. Chant D'Automne (Song Of Autumn) 3/31/2010
20. Châtiment De L'Orgueil (The Punishment Of Pride) 3/31/2010
21. Ciel Brouillé (Cloudy Sky) 3/31/2010
22. Composure 1/3/2003
23. Confession 3/31/2010
24. Correspondences 1/3/2003
25. Crowds 1/1/2004
26. De Profundis Clamavi 1/3/2003
27. Destruction 3/29/2016
28. Don Juan Aux Enfers (Don Juan In Hell) 3/31/2010
29. Duellum (The Duel) 3/31/2010
30. Elevation 1/13/2003
31. Epilogue 3/31/2010
32. Even When She Walks 3/31/2010
33. Evening Harmony 1/3/2003
34. Evening Twilight 3/31/2010
35. Far Away From Here 3/31/2010
36. Femmes Damnées 3/31/2010
37. For Madame Sabatier 1/21/2003
38. Franciscae Meae Laudes (Praises Of My Francesca) 3/31/2010
39. Get Drunk 1/3/2003
40. Gloomy Madrigal 10/27/2015

Comments about Charles Baudelaire

  • bellyvankelly (10/27/2018 3:42:00 PM)

    les fleur du mal- -dam near flawless- depending on which translation u get

    rest in poetry my gentle fellow mad poet

    i heart u (an it would b ah black heart, u know dat...)

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  • Ray Burleigh (5/2/2018 9:22:00 AM)

    Dear poem hunter creators. My long overdue message to you. Wow. Great gaudy generous gratitude. Finding
    Baudelaire reminded me of all the thanks you deserve for this website. Bless you all. I turn to you so often for
    Respite and hope.

  • A disinterested bystander (11/24/2017 1:15:00 PM)

    Baudelaire's great talent I suppose was distilling sour grapes into eloquence.

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (6/9/2016 1:03:00 PM)

    '' Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato enough to adapt to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, the undulations of dreams, and sudden leaps of consciousness. This obsessive idea is above all a child of giant cities, of the intersecting of their myriad relations. ''

    (from:  Dedication of 'Le Spleen de Paris' *

    * also known as 'Paris Spleen' or 'Petits Poèmes en prose'

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (6/9/2016 1:02:00 PM)

    '' Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato enough to adapt to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, the undulations of dreams, and sudden leaps of consciousness. This obsessive idea is above all a child of giant cities, of the intersecting of their myriad relations. ''

    (from:  Dedication of 'Le Spleen de Paris' *

    * also known as 'Paris Spleen' or 'Petits Poèmes en prose'

  • Shobana Gomes Shobana Gomes (4/28/2014 5:54:00 AM)

    His poems tread on the catchy-ness of his phrases. Love it.

  • Lucianne Fasolo (9/26/2007 8:54:00 AM)

    Ah, Baudelaire. The forefather of modern poetry, and also of the French Symbolism. He had a unique style, his poems were flawless and beautiful. And he's one of my favorite poets ever, :)

  • ari anna arena (1/17/2007 1:30:00 AM)

    Why no 'Le Balcon'? A bella poesia.

  • Geneva Henderson (1/30/2006 12:53:00 PM)

    This is one of those cool poems. It makes you think. Personally I love Baudelaire. He has a beautiful rythem and sound that enchants me and inspires me.

Best Poem of Charles Baudelaire

Be Drunk

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything
that is groaning, everything ...

Read the full of Be Drunk

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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