Blog Poetry

Music By Charles Pierre Baudelaire

Music, like an ocean, often carries me away!

Through the ether far,

or under a canopy of mist, I set sail

for my pale star.

Breasting the waves, my lungs swollen

like a ship’s canvas,

night veils from me the long rollers,

I ride their backs:

I sense all a suffering vessel’s passions

vibrating within me:

while fair winds or the storm’s convulsions

on the immense deep

cradle me. Or else flat calm, vast mirror there

of my despair!

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