De Profundis Clamavi, poem by Charles Baudelaire

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

I implore your pity, You, the only one I love,
From the bottom of the dark gulf where my heart has fallen.
It is a bleak universe with a leaden horizon,
Where horror and blasphemy swim in the night;

A sun without warmth hovers above for six months,
And for the other six months night covers the earth;
It is a land barer than the polar earth;
– No beasts, no streams, no greenery, no woods!

Yet there is no horror in the world that surpasses
The cold cruelty of this sun of ice
And this immense night akin to ancient Chaos;

I envy the fate of the vilest animals
That can plunge into a stupid sleep.
So slowly does the skein of time unwind!

Charles Baudelaire

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