I Have Not Forgotten, Near the Town, Poem by Charles Baudelaire

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

I have not forgotten, near the town,
Our white house, small but tranquil;
Its plaster Pomona and its old Venus
In a puny grove hiding their naked limbs,
And the sun, in the evening, streaming and superb,
Which, behind the windowpane where its sheaf was breaking,
Seemed, a great eye open in the curious sky,
To contemplate our long and silent dinners,
Lavishly spreading its beautiful candle-like reflections
On the frugal tablecloth and the serge curtains.

Charles Baudelaire

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