Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

My Earlier Life - Poem by Charles Baudelaire

I've been home a long time among the vast porticos,
Which the mariner sun has tinged with a million fires,
Whose grandest pillars, upright, majestic and cold
Render them the same, this evening, as caves with basalt spires.

The swells' overwhelming accords of rich music,
Heaving images of heaven to the skies,
Mingle in a way solemn and mystic
With the colors of the horizon reflected by my eyes.

It was here I was true to the voluptuous calm,
The milieu of azure, the waves, the splendors,
And the nude slaves, all impregnated with odors,

Who refreshed my brow with waving palms
My only care to bring to meaning from anguish
The sad secret in which I languish.


Translated by William A. Sigler


Submitted by Ryan McGuire


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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