Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Je N'Ai Pas Oublié, Voisine De La Ville (I'Ve Not Forgotten, Near The Town) - Poem by Charles Baudelaire

I've not forgotten, near to the town,
our white house, small but alone:
its Pomona of plaster, its Venus of old
hiding nude limbs in the meagre grove,
and the sun, superb, at evening, streaming,
behind the glass, where its sheaves were bursting,
a huge eye in a curious heaven, present
to gaze at our meal, lengthy and silent,
spreading its beautiful candle glimmer
on the frugal cloth and the rough curtain.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, March 12, 2012


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