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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARMONIE DU SOIR, by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Now is the hour when, swinging in the breeze Last Line: Thine image like a monstrance shines in me. | |||
NOW is the hour when, swinging in the breeze, Each flower, like a censer, sheds its sweet. The air is full of scents and melodies, O languorous waltz! O swoon of dancing feet! Each flower, like a censer, sheds its sweet, The violins are like sad souls that cry, O languorous waltz! O swoon of dancing feet! A shrine of Death and Beauty is the sky. The violins are like sad souls that cry, Poor souls that hate the vast black night of Death; A shrine of Death and Beauty is the sky. Drowned in red blood, the Sun gives up his breath. This soul that hates the vast black night of Death Takes all the luminous past back tenderly, Drowned in red blood, the Sun gives up his breath. Thine image like a monstrance shines in me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN IN HELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE AFFINITIES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE AT ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE BE DRUNK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE BEATRICE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |
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