The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day; But on the ground, among the… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The poet is like the prince of clouds Who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer; Exiled on the ground in… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The Poet is like the prince of the clouds, who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer. Exiled on the ground… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Happy is the man who can with vigorous wing Mount to those luminous serene fields! The man whose thoughts, like larks, Take… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane, and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Today I felt pass over me A breath of wind from the wings of madness. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Laments of an Icarus The paramours of courtesans Are well and satisfied, content. But as for me my limbs are rent Because… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature? — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist”—Charles Baudelaire “The second greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“This life is a hospital in which each patient is possessed by the desire to change beds. One wants to suffer in front of… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
But the true voyagers are only those who leave Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons, They never turn aside from their fatality… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Amer savoir, celui qu'on tire du voyage! Bitter is the knowledge gained in travelling. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.” — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The vices of man, as full of horror as one might suppose them to be, contain the proof (if in nothing else but their… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
