The Sky
Charles Baudelaire
WHERE'ER he be, on water or on land, Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold; One of Christ's own, or of Cythera's band, Shadowy beggar or Crsus rich with gold; Citizen, peasant, student, tramp; whate'er His little brain may be, alive or dead; Man knows the fear of mystery everywhere, And peeps, with trembling glances, overhead. The heaven above? A strangling cavern wall; The lighted ceiling of a music-hall Where every actor treads a bloody soil-- The hermit's hope; the terror of the sot; The sky: the black lid of the mighty pot Where the vast human generations boil!
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- Charles Baudelaire : The Swan
- Charles Baudelaire : The Temptation
- Charles Baudelaire : The Venal Muse
- Charles Baudelaire : To A Brown Beggar-maid
- Charles Baudelaire : To A Madonna
- Charles Baudelaire : Travelling Bohemians
- Charles Baudelaire : Un Plaisant
- Charles Baudelaire : Une Charogne
- Arphra Behn : A Congratulatory Poem
- Arphra Behn : A Thousand Martyrs I Have Made
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- Charles Baudelaire : The Sick Muse
- Charles Baudelaire : The Seven Old Men
- Charles Baudelaire : The Sadness Of The Moon
- Charles Baudelaire : The Remorse Of The Dead
- Charles Baudelaire : The Owls
- Charles Baudelaire : The Living Flame
- Charles Baudelaire : The Irreparable
- Charles Baudelaire : The Ghost
- Charles Baudelaire : The Flask
- Charles Baudelaire : The Eyes Of Beauty