The Death of the Lovers, Poem by Charles Baudelaire

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

We shall have beds full of light fragrances,
Divans profound as the tombs of the dead,
And strange flowers upon the shelves and stands,
Blooming for us beneath more beautiful skies.

Burning in rivalry their final heats,
Our two hearts shall be two vast torches,
Reflecting their double lights
In our two minds, those twin mirrors.

One evening made of rose and of mystic blue,
We shall exchange a single lightning flash,
Like a long sob, laden with farewells;

And later an Angel, half-opening the doors,
Will come to revive, faithful and joyful,
The tarnished mirrors and the dead flames.

Charles Baudelaire

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