The priest is immense because he makes others believe in a heap of weird things. The Church wanting to do everything and be everything: it is a law of human spirit. Peoples adore authority. Priests ar...
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
Oh, sim! O Tempo está de volta; O Tempo reina como um rei agora; e junto dele aquele velho homem com seu arsenal demoníaco de Memórias, Arrependimentos, Espasmos, Medos, Ansiedades, Pesadelos, Raivas,...
L'oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche,Et le Léthé coule dans tes baisers.
It is this admirable, this immortal, instinctive sense of beauty that leads us to look upon the spectacle of this world as a glimpse, a correspondence with heaven. Our unquenchable thirst for all that...
Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique,Défilent lentement dans mon âme ; l'Espoir,Vaincu, pleure, et l'Angoisse atroce, despotique,Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.
Dis-moi, ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe!
As if, with beasts' eyes, angels ledThe way, I slip back to your bed, Quiet as a hooded light,Hushed by the shadows of the night. And then, my dark one, you shall soonEmbrace the cold beams of the moo...
Angel full of gaiety, do you know anguish? Angel
And the least stupid, fleeing the herd where fate has penned them fast, take refuge in the wards of opium, so much for what is news around the world.
Ô douleur! ô douleur! Le Temps mange la vie, Et l'obscur Ennemi qui nous range le coeurDu sang que nous perdons croît et se fortifie!
Elin baygın göğsümde geziyor; arayışınBoş, sevgilim, orası yağmalanmış bir yerdiYırtıcı dişleri, tırnaklarıyla kadının.Aramayın yüreğimi artık; hayvanlar yedi.Yüreğim yıkık bir saray kalabalıklarından...
La rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait.Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuseSoulevant, balançant le feston et l'ourlet;Agile et noble, avec sa j...
Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father,Your mother, your sister, or your brother?I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.Your friends?Now you use a word whose...
THE OWLSby: Charles BaudelaireUNDER the overhanging yews,The dark owls sit in solemn state,Like stranger gods; by twos and twosTheir red eyes gleam. They meditate. Motionless thus they sit and dreamUn...
Ma jeunesse ne fut qu'un ténébreux orage, Traversé çà et là par de brillants de soleils; Le tonnerre et la pluie ont fait un tel ravage, Qu'il reste en mon jardin bien peu de fruits vermeils.
L'idée que l'homme se fait du beau s'imprime dans tout son ajustement, chiffonne ou roidit son habit, arrondit ou aligne son geste, et même pénètre subtilement, à la longue, les traits de son visage....
I know that pain is the one nobility / upon which Hell itself cannot encroach
He whose thoughts, like skylarks, Toward the morning sky take flight —Who hovers over life and understands with ease The language of flowers and silent things!
God is a scandal, - a profitable scandal.