Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Charles Baudelaire Poems

1. The Soul Of Wine 9/7/2015
2. Gloomy Madrigal 10/27/2015
3. TO A BROWN BEGGAR-MAID 1/14/2016
4. The living flame 4/12/2016
5. The Eyes Of Beauty 4/7/2016
6. Destruction 3/29/2016
7. The sky 4/27/2015
8. Sonnet Of Autumn 12/2/2014
9. The Sadness Of The Moon 2/2/2015
10. Le Léthé (Lethe) 3/31/2010
11. The Solitary’s Wine 3/31/2010
12. Letter To Sainte-Beuve 3/31/2010
13. Semper Eadem (Ever The Same) 3/31/2010
14. Réversibilité (Reversability) 3/31/2010
15. The Warner 3/31/2010
16. La Cloche Fêlée (The Cracked Bell) 3/31/2010
17. The Ransom 3/31/2010
18. Le Mauvais Moine (The Bad Monk) 3/31/2010
19. La Béatrice 3/31/2010
20. The Lid 3/31/2010
21. La Pipe (The Pipe) 3/31/2010
22. Tristesses De La Lune (Sorrows Of The Moon) 3/31/2010
23. Tu Mettrais L'Univers Entier Dans Ta Ruelle (You Would Take The Whole World To Bed With You) 3/31/2010
24. Le Flambeau Vivant (The Living Torch) 3/31/2010
25. Sisina 3/31/2010
26. Remords Posthume (Posthumous Remorse) 3/31/2010
27. Sed Non Satiata (Unslakeable Lust) 3/31/2010
28. Le Cygne (The Swan) 3/31/2010
29. Que Diras-Tu Ce Soir, Pauvre Âme Solitaire (What Will You Say Tonight, Poor Solitary Soul) 3/31/2010
30. La Servante Au Grand Coeur Dont Vous Étiez Jalouse (The Great-Hearted Servant Of Whom You Were Jealous) 3/31/2010
31. On Tasso In Prison (Eugène Delacroix’s Painting) 3/31/2010
32. Je Te Donne Ces Vers Afin Que Si Mon Nom (I Give You These Verses So That If My Name) 3/31/2010
33. L'Irrémédiable (The Irremediable) 3/31/2010
34. Les Phares (The Beacons) 3/31/2010
35. Une Gravure Fantastique (A Fantastic Engraving) 3/31/2010
36. Le Flacon (The Perfume Flask) 3/31/2010
37. Spleen (Iii) 3/31/2010
38. Le Guignon (Ill-Starred) 3/31/2010
39. Le Balcon (The Balcony) 3/31/2010
40. The Moon, Offended 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 ...

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Autumn

Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows,
And all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone.
I already hear the dead thuds of logs below
Falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.

All of winter will return to me:
derision, Hate, shuddering, horror, drudgery and vice,
And exiled, like the sun, to a polar prison,
My soul will harden into a block of red ice.

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