Website review: Baudelaire - The Lamentations Of An...
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Klassy discovered 19 months ago
The lovers of prostitutes are
Happy, cheerful, well-fed;
As for me, my arms are broken
Through having hugged the clouds.
It is thanks to the incomparable stars,
Blazing in the depths of the sky,
That my devoured eyes see only
The memories of suns.
In vain I wished to find
The centre and the end of space;
I know not under what fiery eye
I feel my wings breaking;
And burnt up by love of beauty,
I shall not have the splendid honour
Of giving my name to the abyss
Which will serve as my grave.
- lovesmalibu rated 3 months ago
- From the page: "Charles Baudelaire - The Lamentations Of An Icarus The lovers of prostitutes are Happy, cheerful, well-fed; As for me, my arms are broken Through having hugged the clouds. It is thanks to the incomparable stars, Blazing in the depths of the sky, That my devoured eyes see only The memories of suns. In vain I wished to find The centre and the end of space; I know not under what fiery eye I feel my wings breaking; And burnt up by love of beauty, I shall not have the splendid honour Of giving my name to the abyss Which will serve as my grave."
- ADLREL rated 14 months ago
- From the page: "Charles Baudelaire - The Lamentations Of An Icarus The lovers of prostitutes are Happy, cheerful, well-fed; As for me, my arms are broken Through having hugged the clouds. It is thanks to the incomparable stars, Blazing in the depths of the sky, That my devoured eyes see only The memories of suns. In vain I wished to find The centre and the end of space; I know not under what fiery eye I feel my wings breaking; And burnt up by love of beauty, I shall not have the splendid honour Of giving my name to the abyss Which will serve as my grave."
- spacetimecowboy rated 14 months ago
- Lamentations of an Icarus
