Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Charles Baudelaire Poems

41. Spleen (Ii) 3/31/2010
42. Spleen (I) 3/31/2010
43. The Seven Old Men 3/31/2010
44. Je N'Ai Pas Oublié, Voisine De La Ville (I'Ve Not Forgotten, Near The Town) 3/31/2010
45. Le Cygne (The Swan) 3/31/2010
46. La Géante (The Giantess) 3/31/2010
47. Incompatibility 3/31/2010
48. Evening Twilight 3/31/2010
49. The Solitary’s Wine 3/31/2010
50. Il Aimait À La Voir 3/31/2010
51. Morning Twilight 3/31/2010
52. L'Homme Et La Mer (Man And The Sea) 3/31/2010
53. Le Tonneau De La Haine (The Cask Of Hate) 3/31/2010
54. Le Possédé (The Possessed) 3/31/2010
55. The Death Of The Poor 3/31/2010
56. Bénédiction (Benediction) 3/31/2010
57. Tristesses De La Lune (Sorrows Of The Moon) 3/31/2010
58. The Game 3/31/2010
59. Sed Non Satiata (Unslakeable Lust) 3/31/2010
60. Une Nuit Que J'Étais Près D'Une Affreuse Juive (On Night I Lay With A Frightful Jewess) 3/31/2010
61. L'Aube Spirituelle (Spiritual Dawn) 3/31/2010
62. Lover’s Wine 3/31/2010
63. The Digging Skeleton 3/31/2010
64. Don Juan Aux Enfers (Don Juan In Hell) 3/31/2010
65. Hymn 3/31/2010
66. To A Woman Of Malabar 3/31/2010
67. Duellum (The Duel) 3/31/2010
68. To She Who Is Too Light-Hearted 3/31/2010
69. Parfum Exotique (Exotic Perfume) 3/31/2010
70. Lament Of An Icarus 3/31/2010
71. L'Ennemi (The Enemy) 3/31/2010
72. Les Chats (Cats) 3/31/2010
73. La Vie Antérieure (My Earlier Life) 3/31/2010
74. Landscape 3/31/2010
75. Le Vampire (The Vampire) 3/31/2010
76. La Chevelure (Her Hair) 3/31/2010
77. J'Aime Le Souvenir De Ces Époques Nues (I Love The Naked Ages Long Ago) 3/31/2010
78. Châtiment De L'Orgueil (The Punishment Of Pride) 3/31/2010
79. Le Balcon (The Balcony) 3/31/2010
80. Un Fantôme (A Phantom) 3/31/2010

Comments about Charles Baudelaire

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

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

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  • 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

The Living Torch

Those lit eyes go before me, in full view,
(Some cunning angel magnetised their light) -
Heavenly twins, yet my own brothers too,
Shaking their diamond blaze into my sight.

My steps from every trap or sin to save,
In the strait road of Beauty they conduct me,
They are my servants, and I am their slave,
Obedient in whatever they instruct me.

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