The Wine of Lovers

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

Today space is splendid!
Without bit, without spurs, without bridle,
Let us ride off on wine
Toward a fairy-tale and divine sky!

Like two angels tortured
By an implacable calenture,
In the blue crystal of morning
Let us follow the distant mirage!

Softly balanced on the wing
Of the intelligent whirlwind,
In a parallel delirium,

My sister, swimming side by side,
We shall flee without rest or truce
Toward the paradise of my dreams!

Charles Baudelaire

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