Under a pallid light, noisy,
Impudent Life runs and dances,
Twists and turns, for no good reason
So, as soon as voluptuous
Impudent Life runs and dances,
Twists and turns, for no good reason
So, as soon as voluptuous
Night rises from the horizon,
Assuaging all, even hunger,
Effacing all, even shame,
The Poet says to himself: “At last!
Assuaging all, even hunger,
Effacing all, even shame,
The Poet says to himself: “At last!
My spirit, like my vertebrae,
Passionately invokes repose;
With a heart full of gloomy dreams,
Passionately invokes repose;
With a heart full of gloomy dreams,
I shall lie down flat on my back
And wrap myself in your curtains,
O refreshing shadows!”
And wrap myself in your curtains,
O refreshing shadows!”
– Charles Baudelaire, The End of the Day
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