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. N'Est Ce Pas Qu'Il Est Doux-In (Is It Not Pleasant) 3/31/2010
5. The Solitary’s Wine 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 Warner 3/31/2010
10. Le Guignon (Ill-Starred) 3/31/2010
11. Le Mauvais Moine (The Bad Monk) 3/31/2010
12. The Lid 3/31/2010
13. Une Nuit Que J'Étais Près D'Une Affreuse Juive (On Night I Lay With A Frightful Jewess) 3/31/2010
14. Le Léthé (Lethe) 3/31/2010
15. Le Flambeau Vivant (The Living Torch) 3/31/2010
16. Tristesses De La Lune (Sorrows Of The Moon) 3/31/2010
17. Sisina 3/31/2010
18. Remords Posthume (Posthumous Remorse) 3/31/2010
19. Que Diras-Tu Ce Soir, Pauvre Âme Solitaire (What Will You Say Tonight, Poor Solitary Soul) 3/31/2010
20. On Tasso In Prison (Eugène Delacroix’s Painting) 3/31/2010
21. Je Te Donne Ces Vers Afin Que Si Mon Nom (I Give You These Verses So That If My Name) 3/31/2010
22. L'Irrémédiable (The Irremediable) 3/31/2010
23. Les Phares (The Beacons) 3/31/2010
24. L'Ennemi (The Enemy) 3/31/2010
25. Une Gravure Fantastique (A Fantastic Engraving) 3/31/2010
26. Le Flacon (The Perfume Flask) 3/31/2010
27. Spleen (Iii) 3/31/2010
28. La Cloche Fêlée (The Cracked Bell) 3/31/2010
29. La Pipe (The Pipe) 3/31/2010
30. The Moon, Offended 3/31/2010
31. La Béatrice 3/31/2010
32. Le Vampire (The Vampire) 3/31/2010
33. Moesta Et Errabunda (Grieving And Wandering) 3/31/2010
34. Tout Entière (All Of Her) 3/31/2010
35. The Inquisitive Man’s Dream 3/31/2010
36. Tu Mettrais L'Univers Entier Dans Ta Ruelle (You Would Take The Whole World To Bed With You) 3/31/2010
37. Spleen (Ii) 3/31/2010
38. Spleen (I) 3/31/2010
39. Evening Twilight 3/31/2010
40. Morning Twilight 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
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
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


Come to my heart, cruel, insensible one,
Adored tiger, monster with the indolent air;
I would for a long time plunge my trembling fingers
Into the heavy tresses of your hair;

And in your garments that exhale your perfume
I would bury my aching head,
And breathe, like a withered flower,
The sweet, stale reek of my love that is dead.

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