Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Charles Baudelaire Poems

81. J'Aime Le Souvenir De Ces Époques Nues (I Love The Naked Ages Long Ago) 3/31/2010
82. Tout Entière (All Of Her) 3/31/2010
83. Epilogue 3/31/2010
84. Horreur Sympathique (Sympathetic Horror) 3/31/2010
85. Châtiment De L'Orgueil (The Punishment Of Pride) 3/31/2010
86. Parisian Dream 3/31/2010
87. Obsession 3/31/2010
88. L'Idéal (The Ideal) 3/31/2010
89. Franciscae Meae Laudes (Praises Of My Francesca) 3/31/2010
90. The Death Of Lovers 3/31/2010
91. L’ Étranger 3/31/2010
92. Mist And Rain 3/31/2010
93. Ciel Brouillé (Cloudy Sky) 3/31/2010
94. Chanson D'Après-Midi (Afternoon Song) 3/31/2010
95. The Sun 3/31/2010
96. Les Bijoux (The Jewels) 3/31/2010
97. La Beauté (Beauty) 3/31/2010
98. Causerie (Conversation) 3/31/2010
99. The Irreparable 3/31/2010
100. L'Horloge (The Clock) 3/31/2010
101. The Void 3/31/2010
102. Le Masque (The Mask) 3/31/2010
103. Chant D'Automne (Song Of Autumn) 3/31/2010
104. Le Chat (The Cat) 3/31/2010
105. Le Poison (The Poison) 3/31/2010
106. La Muse Malade (The Sick Muse) 3/31/2010
107. Je T'Adore À L'Égal De La Voûte Nocturne (More Than Night's Vault, It's You That I Adore) 3/31/2010
108. Confession 3/31/2010
109. The Voice 3/31/2010
110. The Sunset Of Romanticism 3/31/2010
111. The Litanies Of Satan 3/31/2010
112. L'Albatros (The Albatross) 3/31/2010
113. The Owls 3/31/2010
114. The Voyage 3/31/2010
115. Le Mort Joyeux (The Joyful Corpse) 3/31/2010
116. L'Héautontimorouménos (The Man Who Tortures Himself) 3/31/2010
117. A Une Madone (To A Madonna) 3/31/2010
118. Le Revenant (The Ghost) 3/31/2010
119. Lethe 1/3/2003
120. To The Reader 1/3/2003
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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