B: Xxvii: Baudelaire Poem by Douglas Scotney
B: Xxvii: Baudelaire
His mother would claim
she knew he was a poet
right from the start.
'That is why I hate you,
not the tedium of motherhood.'
That might be true,
since whatever she did
to disillusion him
and make him fit
to live in a world of bored mothers
didn't work.
When even those he liked
treated him horribly
for his happiness,
he distinguished suffering
over the pride of man.
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