The Spiritual Dawn, Poem by Charles Baudelaire

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

When dawn, white and vermilion, enters among the debauchees
In company with the gnawing Ideal,
By the operation of a vengeful mystery
An angel awakens in the drowsy brute.

The inaccessible azure of the Spiritual Heavens,
For the man struck down who still dreams and suffers,
Opens and plunges with the attraction of the abyss.
Thus, dear Goddess, lucid and pure Being,

Over the smoky debris of stupid orgies
Your memory, clearer, rosier, more charming,
Hovers ceaselessly before my enlarged eyes.

The sun has blackened the flame of the candles;
Thus, always victorious, your phantom is like,
Resplendent soul, the immortal sun!

Charles Baudelaire

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