“My love, do you recall the object which we saw,That fair, sweet, summer morn!At a turn in the path a foul carcassOn a gravel strewn bed,Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,Burning and dripping with poisons,Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant wayIts belly, swollen with gases.”

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About Charles Baudelaire

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.

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Books by Charles Baudelaire

Les fleurs du mal

1958

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The Poem of Hashish

2006

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