Home Categories Poetry and Opera Selected Poems of Baudelaire

Chapter 9 Evening Harmony

At dusk, the flowers tremble on the branches, Each flower is spewing incense, like a censer; Sounds and scents echo through the night, Melancholic waltzes and weary dizziness! Each flower is spewing incense, like a censer; The violin sips paint like a wounded heart; Melancholic waltzes and weary dizziness! The sky is sad and beautiful, like a great altar. The violin weeps like a wounded heart, A tender heart hates the vast sky and the night! The sky is sad and beautiful, like a great altar, The sun has sunk into its own congealed blood. A tender heart hates the vast void and the night!

Collect all the relics of the glorious past! The sun has sunk into its own congealed blood... You are like a "Holy Eucharist" in my memory!
Press "Left Key ←" to return to the previous chapter; Press "Right Key →" to enter the next chapter; Press "Space Bar" to scroll down.
Chapters
Chapters
Setting
Setting
Add
Return
Book