Charles Baudelaire Poems
- Get Drunk Always be drunk. That's it! The great ...
- Be Drunk You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to ...
- Anywhere Out Of The World This life is a hospital where every...
- Cats They are alike, prim scholar and perfervid lover: When ...
- At One O'Clock In The Morning Alone, at last! Not a sound to ...
- Autumn Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, And ...
- Her Hair O fleece, that down the neck waves to the nape! O ...
Charles Pierre Baudelaire was a French poet who produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and pioneering translator of Edgar Allan Poe. His most famous work, Les Fleurs du mal (The Flowers of Evil), expresses the changing nature of beauty in modern, industrializing Paris during the 19th century. Baudelaire's highly original style of prose-poetry influenced a whole generation of poets including Paul Verlaine, Arthur Rimbaud and Stéphane Mallarmé among many others. He is credited with coining the term "modernity" (modernité) to designate the fleeting, ephemeral experience of life in an urban metropolis, and the responsibility art has to capture that ... more »
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''What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.''Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. Squibs, Intimate Journals, sct. 18 (1887), trans. by Christopher Isherwood (1930), rev. Don Bachardy (198...
''Hugo, like a priest, always has his head bowedbowed so low that he can see nothing except his own navel.''Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. "Squibs," sect. 22, Intimate Journals (1887), trans. by Christopher Isherwood (1930), revised by Don Bach...
''It is the hour to be drunken! To escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.''Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. Complete Works, vol. 1, "Shorter Prose Poems," ed. Yves-Gérard le Dantec; rev. Claude Pichois (1953). Eni...
''We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.''Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. Sur la Belgique, epilogue, Complete Works, vol. 2, ed. Yves-Gérard le Dantec, rev. by Claude Pichois (197...
''Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!''Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French. Flowers of Evil, "Hymn to Beauty," (1860).
Always be drunk.
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 wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans