Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Charles Baudelaire Poems

1. The sky 4/27/2015
2. Sonnet Of Autumn 12/2/2014
3. The Sadness Of The Moon 2/2/2015
4. Le Léthé (Lethe) 3/31/2010
5. N'Est Ce Pas Qu'Il Est Doux-In (Is It Not Pleasant) 3/31/2010
6. Letter To Sainte-Beuve 3/31/2010
7. Semper Eadem (Ever The Same) 3/31/2010
8. Réversibilité (Reversability) 3/31/2010
9. The Ransom 3/31/2010
10. The Warner 3/31/2010
11. Le Guignon (Ill-Starred) 3/31/2010
12. Le Mauvais Moine (The Bad Monk) 3/31/2010
13. The Lid 3/31/2010
14. Une Nuit Que J'Étais Près D'Une Affreuse Juive (On Night I Lay With A Frightful Jewess) 3/31/2010
15. La Béatrice 3/31/2010
16. Le Flambeau Vivant (The Living Torch) 3/31/2010
17. Tristesses De La Lune (Sorrows Of The Moon) 3/31/2010
18. Remords Posthume (Posthumous Remorse) 3/31/2010
19. Sed Non Satiata (Unslakeable Lust) 3/31/2010
20. La Servante Au Grand Coeur Dont Vous Étiez Jalouse (The Great-Hearted Servant Of Whom You Were Jealous) 3/31/2010
21. Le Cygne (The Swan) 3/31/2010
22. Que Diras-Tu Ce Soir, Pauvre Âme Solitaire (What Will You Say Tonight, Poor Solitary Soul) 3/31/2010
23. On Tasso In Prison (Eugène Delacroix’s Painting) 3/31/2010
24. Je Te Donne Ces Vers Afin Que Si Mon Nom (I Give You These Verses So That If My Name) 3/31/2010
25. L'Irrémédiable (The Irremediable) 3/31/2010
26. Les Phares (The Beacons) 3/31/2010
27. Une Gravure Fantastique (A Fantastic Engraving) 3/31/2010
28. Le Flacon (The Perfume Flask) 3/31/2010
29. Spleen (Iii) 3/31/2010
30. La Pipe (The Pipe) 3/31/2010
31. Le Balcon (The Balcony) 3/31/2010
32. The Moon, Offended 3/31/2010
33. La Muse Vénale (The Venal Muse) 3/31/2010
34. Le Vampire (The Vampire) 3/31/2010
35. Moesta Et Errabunda (Grieving And Wandering) 3/31/2010
36. The Solitary’s Wine 3/31/2010
37. The Inquisitive Man’s Dream 3/31/2010
38. Sisina 3/31/2010
39. Spleen (Ii) 3/31/2010
40. Spleen (I) 3/31/2010
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 Albatross

Often to pass the time on board, the crew
will catch an albatross, one of those big birds
which nonchalently chaperone a ship
across the bitter fathoms of the sea.

Tied to the deck, this sovereign of space,
as if embarrassed by its clumsiness,
pitiably lets its great white wings
drag at its sides like a pair of unshipped oars.

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