The Living Torch, Poem by Charles Baudelaire

Poem by Charles Baudelaire Collection The Flowers of EvilThemes HappinessPeriod 19th century

They walk before me, those Eyes full of light,
Which an Angel most learned has surely magnetized;
They walk, those divine brothers who are my brothers,
Shaking in my eyes their diamonded fires.

Saving me from every trap and every grave sin,
They guide my steps along the road of the Beautiful;
They are my servants and I am their slave;
All my being obeys this living torch.

Charming Eyes, you shine with the mystic clarity
That candles burning in broad daylight have; the sun
Turns red, but does not extinguish their fantastic flame;

They celebrate Death, you sing the Awakening;
You walk singing the awakening of my soul,
Stars whose flame no Sun can ever wither!

Charles Baudelaire

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