The Taste of Nothingness, Poem by Charles Baudelaire

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

Morne spirit, once in love with struggle,
Hope, whose spur inflamed your ardor,
No longer wishes to mount you! Lie down without shame,
Old horse whose hoof stumbles at every obstacle.

Resign yourself, my heart; sleep your brute sleep.

Vanquished spirit, exhausted! For you, old marauder,
Love has no taste left, nor does dispute;
Farewell then, songs of brass and sighs of the flute!
Pleasures, tempt no more a dark and sullen heart!

Adorable Spring has lost its scent!

And Time engulfs me minute by minute,
Like immense snow a body seized with stiffness;
I contemplate from on high the globe in its roundness
And I no longer seek there the shelter of a hovel.

Avalanche, will you carry me away in your fall?

Charles Baudelaire

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