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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEAUTY, by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I am lovely as a dream of stone. Men sicken Last Line: In wide eyes brimming with immortal beams. Subject(s): Love | |||
I AM lovely as a dream of stone. Men sicken, Against my breast deep-bruiséd. I bring sore Travail of Love to poets, evermore Dumb as the Dust that no desire may quicken. Sphinx-like I am throned aloof; as plumes that thicken The breast of swans my chill heart's white at core; All rhythm-offending tumult I abhor Who am never with mirth elate nor sorrow-stricken. Poets before my noble poise and gesture That hath the pomp of all the world for vesture, Waste their sad days in study of dry reams; For I, to keep these loving suitors loyal Hold mirrors up, that make all beauty royal, In wide eyes brimming with immortal beams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |
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