Sadness of the Moon, Poem by Charles Baudelaire

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

This evening the moon dreams more lazily;
Like a beauty, upon many cushions,
Who with a distracted and light hand caresses
Before falling asleep the contour of her breasts,

On the satin back of soft avalanches,
Dying, she gives herself to long swoons,
And lets her eyes wander over the white visions
That rise in the blue like blossoming flowers.

When sometimes on this globe, in her idle languor,
She lets fall a furtive tear,
A pious poet, enemy of sleep,

In the hollow of his hand takes this pale tear,
With iridescent reflections like a fragment of opal,
And places it in his heart far from the eyes of the sun.

Charles Baudelaire

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