“Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,that soft summer morninground a turning in the path,the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,its legs in the air like a woman in needburning its wedding poisonslike a fountain with its rhythmic sobs,I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound,but I touch my body in vain to find the wound.I am the vampire of my own heart,one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughterwho can no longer smile.Am I dead?I must be dead.”

French poet, essayist, translator and art critic

Charles Baudelaire was a French poet, essayist, translator, and art critic. He is remembered for poetry that combines formal skill with a distinctly modern sensibility, and for work that helped shape literary tastes in 19th-century France. His poems are noted for their command of rhythm and rhyme, their Romantic inheritance, and their grounding in close observation of everyday life. That blend gives his writing both musical precision and a vivid sense of the world as it is seen and lived.