Evening Harmony, Poem by Charles Baudelaire

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

Now come the times when, trembling on its stem,
Each flower evaporates like a censer;
Sounds and perfumes turn in the evening air;
Melancholy waltz and languorous vertigo!

Each flower evaporates like a censer;
The violin quivers like a heart afflicted;
Melancholy waltz and languorous vertigo!
The sky is sad and beautiful like a great altar.

The violin quivers like a heart afflicted,
A tender heart, which hates the vast and black void!
The sky is sad and beautiful like a great altar;
The sun has drowned in its blood that congeals.

A tender heart, which hates the vast and black void,
From the luminous past gathers every vestige!
The sun has drowned in its blood that congeals…
Your memory shines in me like a monstrance!

Charles Baudelaire

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