Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Charles Baudelaire Poems

41. The Inquisitive Man’s Dream 3/31/2010
42. Spleen (Ii) 3/31/2010
43. Spleen (I) 3/31/2010
44. To She Who Is Too Light-Hearted 3/31/2010
45. The Ransom 3/31/2010
46. Je N'Ai Pas Oublié, Voisine De La Ville (I'Ve Not Forgotten, Near The Town) 3/31/2010
47. La Géante (The Giantess) 3/31/2010
48. Incompatibility 3/31/2010
49. Il Aimait À La Voir 3/31/2010
50. Morning Twilight 3/31/2010
51. L'Homme Et La Mer (Man And The Sea) 3/31/2010
52. Le Tonneau De La Haine (The Cask Of Hate) 3/31/2010
53. Le Possédé (The Possessed) 3/31/2010
54. The Death Of The Poor 3/31/2010
55. Une Gravure Fantastique (A Fantastic Engraving) 3/31/2010
56. Landscape 3/31/2010
57. Le Vampire (The Vampire) 3/31/2010
58. The Game 3/31/2010
59. The Moon, Offended 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. La Serpent Qui Danse (The Dancing Serpent) 3/31/2010
63. Lover’s Wine 3/31/2010
64. The Digging Skeleton 3/31/2010
65. Don Juan Aux Enfers (Don Juan In Hell) 3/31/2010
66. Hymn 3/31/2010
67. To A Woman Of Malabar 3/31/2010
68. Duellum (The Duel) 3/31/2010
69. Femmes Damnées 3/31/2010
70. The Seven Old Men 3/31/2010
71. Parfum Exotique (Exotic Perfume) 3/31/2010
72. Evening Twilight 3/31/2010
73. Lament Of An Icarus 3/31/2010
74. L'Ennemi (The Enemy) 3/31/2010
75. Les Chats (Cats) 3/31/2010
76. La Vie Antérieure (My Earlier Life) 3/31/2010
77. La Chevelure (Her Hair) 3/31/2010
78. J'Aime Le Souvenir De Ces Époques Nues (I Love The Naked Ages Long Ago) 3/31/2010
79. Tout Entière (All Of Her) 3/31/2010
80. Epilogue 3/31/2010
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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