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- Herausgeber: Interactive Media
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
A seminal work that dares to explore the complexities of the human condition. This collection of poems, provocative and groundbreaking, delves into themes of decadence, eroticism, and mortality, challenging societal norms and morality. Baudelaire's vivid imagery and masterful command of language craft a landscape where beauty and corruption intertwine. A cornerstone of French literature, this work offers a profound reflection on desire, art, and the paradoxes of existence.
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Charles Baudelaire
The Flowers of Evil
Published by Sovereign
This Edition first published in 2019
Copyright © 2019 Sovereign
All Rights Reserved.
ISBN: 9781787360549
Contents
THE FLOWERS OF EVIL
BENEDICTION
ECHOES
THE SICK MUSE
THE VENAL MUSE
THE EVIL MONK
THE ENEMY
ILL LUCK
INTERIOR LIFE
MAN AND THE SEA
BEAUTY
THE IDEAL
THE GIANTESS
HYMN TO BEAUTY
EXOTIC PERFUME
LA CHEVELURE
SONNET XXVIII
POSTHUMOUS REMORSE
THE BALCONY
THE POSSESSED ONE
SEMPER EADEM
ALL ENTIRE
SONNET XLIII
THE LIVING TORCH
THE SPIRITUAL DAWN
EVENING HARMONY
OVERCAST SKY
INVITATION TO A JOURNEY
“CAUSERIE”
AUTUMN SONG
SISINA
TO A CREOLEAN LADY
MOESTA ET ERRABUNDA
THE GHOST
AUTUMN SONG
SADNESS OF THE MOON-GODDESS
CATS
OWLS
MUSIC
THE JOYOUS DEFUNCT
THE BROKEN BELL
SPLEEN
OBSESSION
MAGNETIC HORROR
THE LID
BERTHA’S EYES
THE SET OF THE ROMANTIC SUN
MEDITATION
TO A PASSER-BY
ILLUSIONARY LOVE
MISTS AND RAINS
THE WINE OF LOVERS
CONDEMNED WOMEN
THE DEATH OF THE LOVERS
THE DEATH OF THE POOR
THE FLOWERS OF EVIL
BENEDICTION
When by the changeless Power of a Supreme Decree
The poet issues forth upon this sorry sphere,
His mother, horrified, and full of blasphemy,
Uplifts her voice to God, who takes compassion on her.
“Ah, why did I not bear a serpent’s nest entire,
Instead of bringing forth this hideous Child of Doom!
Oh cursèd be that transient night of vain desire
When I conceived my expiation in my womb!”
“Yet since among all women thou hast chosen me
To be the degradation of my jaded mate,
And since I cannot like a love-leaf wantonly
Consign this stunted monster to the glowing grate,”
“I’ll cause thine overwhelming hatred to rebound
Upon the cursèd tool of thy most wicked spite.
Forsooth, the branches of this wretched tree I’ll wound
And rob its pestilential blossoms of their might!”
So thus, she giveth vent unto her foaming ire,
And knowing not the changeless statutes of all times,
Herself, amid the flames of hell, prepares the pyre;
The consecrated penance of maternal crimes.
Yet ‘neath th’ invisible shelter of an Angel’s wing
This sunlight-loving infant disinherited,
Exhales from all he eats and drinks, and everything
The ever sweet ambrosia and the nectar red.
He trifles with the winds and with the clouds that glide,
About the way unto the Cross, he loves to sing,
The spirit on his pilgrimage; that faithful guide,
