Charles Baudelaire Quotes

شعور بالوحدة ، منذ مولدي. برغم الأسرة ، ووسط الزملاء، على وجه الخصوص ، - شعور المقدر له ان يكون وحيدا إلى الابد.
مع ذلك، نزوع شديد الحيوية للحياة والمتعة

The night solidified into a wall,
and my eyes had to guess where yours would be
as I drank in your breath: nectar! venom!
and your feet lay still in my harmless hands:
the night solidified into a wall.

Always be a poet, even in prose.

Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!

I am but little disposed to put things in writing. One almost always regrets doing so.

Laments of an Icarus

The paramours of courtesans
Are well and satisfied, content.
But as for me my limbs are rent
Because I clasped the clouds as mine.

I owe it to the peerless stars
Which flame in the remotest sky
That I see only with spent eyes
Remembered suns I knew before.

In vain I had at heart to find
The center and the end of space.
Beneath some burning, unknown gaze
I feel my very wings unpinned

And, burned because I beauty loved,
I shall not know the highest bliss,
And give my name to the abyss
Which waits to claim me as its own.

Acel ce-şi strânge lacom iubita-n braţe pare
Un muribund ce-n taină mormântul şi-l dezmiardă.

Ma jeunesse ne fut qu'un ténébreux orage, Traversé çà et là par de brillants de soleils; Le tonnerre et la pluie ont fait un tel ravage, Qu'il reste en mon jardin bien peu de fruits vermeils.

Softly as brown-eyed Angels rove
I will return to thy alcove,
And glide upon the night to thee,
Treading the shadows silently.

And I will give to thee, my own,
Kisses as icy as the moon,
And the caresses of a snake
Cold gliding in the thorny brake.

And when returns the livid morn
Thou shalt find all my place forlorn
And chilly, till the falling night.

Others would rule by tenderness
Over thy life and youthfulness,
But I would conquer thee by fright!

In our corruption we perceive beauties unrevealed to ancient times.

That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal; from which it follows that irregularity — that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are an essential part and characteristic of beauty.

حين كنت طفلاً، أحسستُ في قلبي إحساسين متعارضين: رعبًا من الحياة ونشوة بالحياة...

"E se talvolta, sui gradini di un palazzo,
sull’erba verde di un fosso, nella tetra solitudine della vostra stanza, vi risvegliate perché l’ebbrezza è diminuita o scomparsa, chiedete al vento, alle stelle, agli uccelli,
all'orologio, a tutto ciò che fugge,
a tutto ciò che geme, a tutto ciò che scorre, a tutto ciò che canta,
a tutto ciò che parla, chiedete che ora è; e il vento, le onde, le stelle, gli uccelli, l'orologio, vi risponderanno:
"E' ora di ubriacarsi!
Per non essere gli schiavi martirizzati del Tempo, ubriacatevi, ubriacatevi sempre!
Di vino, di poesia o di virtù , come vi pare

THE OWLS

by: Charles Baudelaire

UNDER the overhanging yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state,
Like stranger gods; by twos and twos
Their red eyes gleam. They meditate.

Motionless thus they sit and dream
Until that melancholy hour
When, with the sun's last fading gleam,
The nightly shades assume their power.

From their still attitude the wise
Will learn with terror to despise
All tumult, movement, and unrest;

For he who follows every shade,
Carries the memory in his breast,
Of each unhappy journey made.
'The Owls' is reprinted from The Poems and Prose Poems of Charles Baudelaire. Ed. James Huneker. New York: Brentano's, 1919.

La Terre est un gâteau plein de douceur.