Website review: Charles Baudelaires Fleurs du Mal
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AnthonyWheeler rated 27 months ago- From the page: "Fleursdumal.org is dedicated to the French poet Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), and in particular to Les Fleurs du mal (Flowers of Evil). The definitive online edition of this masterwork of French literature, Fleursdumal.org contains every poem of each edition of Les Fleurs du mal, together with multiple English translations "
- Inez rated 28 months ago
- Both ardent lovers and austere scholars Love in their mature years The strong and gentle cats, pride of the house, Who like them are sedentary and sensitive to cold. Friends of learning and sensual pleasure, They seek the silence and the horror of darkness; Erebus would have used them as his gloomy steeds: If their pride could let them stoop to bondage. When they dream, they assume the noble attitudes Of the mighty sphinxes stretched out in solitude, Who seem to fall into a sleep of endless dreams; Their fertile loins are full of magic sparks, And particles of gold, like fine grains of sand, Spangle dimly their mystic eyes. Charles Baudelaire,Cats translated by William Aggeler
- mateoptmd rated 28 months ago
- Le Coucher du Soleil Romantique Que le soleil est beau quand tout frais il se lève, Comme une explosion nous lançant son bonjour! -- Bienheureux celui-là qui peut avec amour Saluer son coucher plus glorieux qu'un rêve! Je me souviens!... J'ai vu tout, fleur, source, sillon, Se pâmer sous son oeil comme un coeur qui palpite... -- Courons vers l'horizon, il est tard, courons vite, Pour attraper au moins un oblique rayon! Mais je poursuis en vain le Dieu qui se retire; L'irrésistible Nuit établit son empire, Noire, humide, funeste et pleine de frissons; Une odeur de tombeau dans les ténèbres nage, Et mon pied peureux froisse, au bord du marécage, Des crapauds imprévus et de froids limaçons. -- Charles Baudelaire The Sunset of Romanticism How beautiful the Sun is when newly risen He hurls his morning greetings like an explosion! -- Fortunate the one who can lovingly salute His setting, more glorious than a dream! I remember!... I have seen all, flower, stream, furrow, Swoon under his gaze like a palpitating heart... -- Let us run to the horizon, it's late, Let us run fast, to catch at least a slanting ray! But I pursue in vain the sinking god; Irresistible Night, black, damp, deadly, Full of shudders, establishes his reign; The odor of the tomb swims in the shadows And at the marsh's edge my timid foot Treads upon slimy snails and unexpected toads. -- William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
- mojo333 rated 35 months ago
- The definitive online edition of this masterwork of French literature, Fleursdumal.org contains every poem of each edition of Les Fleurs du mal, together with multiple English translations.
- jessbot101 rated 39 months ago
- A really nice page on Baudelaire's Fleurs du mal. Includes the text of many of the 19th century editions.
- LadyJeanetta rated 39 months ago
- I had heard the name but never read much of his poetry, until now. I am entranced... Wonderful site, thank you for recommending it!
- Once rated 40 months ago
- Baudlaire is Baudlaire is Baudelaire. Of course, he is beautiful. Of course. Is it not so that the anatomy of an accidental or momentary cave which to us is but an air pocket formed as a result of recent rains upon a road in Angola but home to one enormous living toad awaiting the molting of skin formed in preparation for the last eighteen-year dought, accompanied by multiplications of billions of equally bizarre mircrobes and bacteria, and all in utter darkness might well be considered exactly what it is? Thanks to invertebra for this site. I denegrate nothing here, my friends. To be sure, for what it may be, Baudelaire was a minion of beauty. Minions, however, are merely mental models created to understand what is otherise taken for granted. There is no reality in a minion to any god. And, in time, the circumstances which allowed that minion to live, to create, are altered to the point that one wonders how that minion came to be admired, not so much that it actually existed!
- battlecat rated 41 months ago
- Fleursdumal.org contains every poem of each edition of Les Fleurs du mal, together with multiple English translations. I really do like it, but my girlfriend LOVES Baudelaire and she quotes him every day (she knows it by heart). Now I can keep track of her French quotes, having a peek at these pages with English translations. Les Chats Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères Aiment également, dans leur mûre saison, Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison, Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sédentaires. Amis de la science et de la volupté Ils cherchent le silence et l'horreur des ténèbres; L'Erèbe les eût pris pour ses coursiers funèbres, S'ils pouvaient au servage incliner leur fierté. Ils prennent en songeant les nobles attitudes Des grands sphinx allongés au fond des solitudes, Qui semblent s'endormir dans un rêve sans fin; Leurs reins féconds sont pleins d'étincelles magiques, Et des parcelles d'or, ainsi qu'un sable fin, Etoilent vaguement leurs prunelles mystiques. -- Charles Baudelaire Cats Both ardent lovers and austere scholars Love in their mature years The strong and gentle cats, pride of the house, Who like them are sedentary and sensitive to cold. Friends of learning and sensual pleasure, They seek the silence and the horror of darkness; Erebus would have used them as his gloomy steeds: If their pride could let them stoop to bondage. When they dream, they assume the noble attitudes Of the mighty sphinxes stretched out in solitude, Who seem to fall into a sleep of endless dreams; Their fertile loins are full of magic sparks, And particles of gold, like fine grains of sand, Spangle dimly their mystic eyes. -- William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
- sweethell rated 47 months ago
- Fleursdumal.org is dedicated to the French poet Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), and in particular to Les Fleurs du mal (Flowers of Evil).
