The Sun, Poem by Charles Baudelaire

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

Along the old suburb, where from the hovels hang
The shutters, shelter of secret lecheries,
When the cruel sun strikes with redoubled blows
On the city and the fields, on the roofs and the wheat,
I go to practice alone my fantastic fencing,
Sniffing in every corner the chances of the rhyme,
Stumbling over words as over cobblestones,
Striking at times on verses long since dreamed.

This fostering father, enemy of chloroses,
Awakens in the fields the worms as well as the roses;
He makes worries evaporate toward the sky,
And fills the brains and the hives with honey.
It is he who rejuvenates the bearers of crutches
And makes them gay and gentle as young girls,
And commands the harvests to grow and to ripen
In the immortal heart that always wants to bloom!

When, like a poet, he descends into the cities,
He ennobles the fate of the vilest things,
And enters as a king, without noise and without valets,
Into all the hospitals and into all the palaces.

Charles Baudelaire

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