Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Pierre Baudelaire; April 9, 1821 – August 31, 1867) was a French poet who also produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and pioneering translator of Edgar Allan Poe...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth9 April 1821
CityParis, France
CountryFrance
wind wings madness
I have felt the wind on the wing of madness.
wind wings insanity
Today I felt pass over me A breath of wind from the wings of madness.
war wind wings
I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I have received a singular warning, I have felt the wind of the wing of madness pass over me.
wind insanity mind
Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.
vision looks window
He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.
breath wind wings
A breath of wind from the wings of madness.
satan towards
There are in every man, at every hour, two simultaneous postulations, one towards God, the other towards Satan
art aspiration available expressed means modern towards word
To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art -- that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.
dishonor fish swimming
I am swimming in dishonor like a fish in water.
listen night soft
Listen, my darling, listen to soft night approaching.
charming
Here is the charming evening, the criminal's friend. It comes like an accomplice, with stealthy tread.
crowds expression joy mysterious number pleasure sensual
The pleasure of being in crowds is a mysterious expression of sensual joy in the multiplication of Number
hate passion doe
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
travel home independent
For the perfect idler, for the passionate observer it becomes an immense source of enjoyment to establish his dwelling in the throng, in the ebb and flow, the bustle, the fleeting and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel at home anywhere; to see the world, to be at the very center of the world, and yet to be unseen of the world, such are some of the minor pleasures of those independent, intense and impartial spirits, who do not lend themselves easily to linguistic definitions. The observer is a prince enjoying his incognito wherever he goes.