Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Charles Baudelaire Poems

41. N'Est Ce Pas Qu'Il Est Doux-In (Is It Not Pleasant) 3/31/2010
42. The Inquisitive Man’s Dream 3/31/2010
43. Spleen (I) 3/31/2010
44. To She Who Is Too Light-Hearted 3/31/2010
45. The Seven Old Men 3/31/2010
46. Je N'Ai Pas Oublié, Voisine De La Ville (I'Ve Not Forgotten, Near The Town) 3/31/2010
47. Le Cygne (The Swan) 3/31/2010
48. Incompatibility 3/31/2010
49. La Géante (The Giantess) 3/31/2010
50. Evening Twilight 3/31/2010
51. Il Aimait À La Voir 3/31/2010
52. Morning Twilight 3/31/2010
53. L'Homme Et La Mer (Man And The Sea) 3/31/2010
54. Le Tonneau De La Haine (The Cask Of Hate) 3/31/2010
55. Le Possédé (The Possessed) 3/31/2010
56. Landscape 3/31/2010
57. Le Vampire (The Vampire) 3/31/2010
58. The Game 3/31/2010
59. Une Nuit Que J'Étais Près D'Une Affreuse Juive (On Night I Lay With A Frightful Jewess) 3/31/2010
60. L'Aube Spirituelle (Spiritual Dawn) 3/31/2010
61. Lover’s Wine 3/31/2010
62. The Digging Skeleton 3/31/2010
63. Don Juan Aux Enfers (Don Juan In Hell) 3/31/2010
64. Hymn 3/31/2010
65. To A Woman Of Malabar 3/31/2010
66. Duellum (The Duel) 3/31/2010
67. Un Fantôme (A Phantom) 3/31/2010
68. Spleen (Ii) 3/31/2010
69. Femmes Damnées 3/31/2010
70. Parfum Exotique (Exotic Perfume) 3/31/2010
71. Moesta Et Errabunda (Grieving And Wandering) 3/31/2010
72. The Death Of The Poor 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. Spleen (Iii) 3/31/2010
78. La Chevelure (Her Hair) 3/31/2010
79. J'Aime Le Souvenir De Ces Époques Nues (I Love The Naked Ages Long Ago) 3/31/2010
80. Tout Entière (All Of Her) 3/31/2010

Comments about Charles Baudelaire

  • 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.

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  • 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

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?

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