The End of the Day, poem by Charles Baudelaire

Beneath a pallid light
Life, shameless and shrill,
Runs, dances, and writhes for no reason.
So, as soon as on the horizon

The voluptuous night rises,
Soothing everything, even hunger,
Erasing everything, even shame,
The Poet says to himself: “”At last!

My spirit, like my vertebrae,
Ardently invokes rest;
My heart full of funereal dreams,

I will lie down on my back
And roll myself in your curtains,
O refreshing darkness! “”

Charles Baudelaire

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