Author of quotes: Charles Baudelaire. Page 1
Poet in prison, sick, unshaven, emaciated,
Trampling with his foot the leaves of the poem unborn,
He watches in despair, as in the abyss, all trembling,
His soul slides down the terrible stairs.
Around teasing, laughing faces,
In consciousness wild, ridiculous swarming,
Drills The Brain of Somnenya, and The Causeless Fear,
Ugly, multifaceted, oppressed in the dark.
And this pernicious genius locked in a hole,
Among the swirling, mocking visions, -
A dreamer, terrified awakened from sleep,
Whose shocked mind is given to madness, -
Here is the image of the Soul that is immersed in darkness
And in the four walls of Reality beats.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 23:57
And at the hour when the capital is immersed
In a cold, gloomy pre-dawn dream
Or in sunset colors golden, -
This devil's den is dear to me!
Among the thieves, harlots I can enjoy
The blisses that the profane is deprived of.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 23:51
Where vice blooms in lush color.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 23:48
For two weeks I sat locked in my room, surrounded by books that were fashionable at the time (sixteen or seventeen years ago); I'm talking about books that talk about the art of making people happy, wise, and rich at twenty-four o'clock. And so I have digested, or rather swallowed, all the fabrications of all these interpreters of universal happiness, both those who advise all the poor to become slaves, and those who assure them that they are all deposed kings. It should come as no surprise that as a result I found myself in a state close to fainting or insanity.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 23:45
There are women who make you want to conquer and enjoy them; but as for her, I would only like to die slowly under her gaze.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 23:42
But rather it evokes the thought of the moon, which has undoubtedly bestowed on it its roar power; not about a pale idyllic moon that looks like a cold newlywed moon, but a moon sinister and intoxicating that looks from the depths of a stormy night through ragged shreds of running clouds; not of a quiet and meek moon that illuminates the sleep of the righteous, but a moon overthrown from heaven, defeated and resurrected again, to which the Thessalian sorceresses cast their spells by dancing on the grass bending with terror.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 23:39
We warmly promised each other that all our thoughts from now on will become common, and our souls will merge into a single whole, a dream in which, in fact, there is nothing original, except perhaps that, being the dream of all people, it is still was not implemented by anyone.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 22:48
Twilight, how quiet and gentle you are! Pink reflections, still trembling on the horizon, like the agony of a dying day with the victorious onset of night, the lights of candelabra, protruding in deep red spots against the background of the last glow of the sunset, heavy curtains that an invisible hand pulls down from the depths of the East, like reflections of those contradictory feelings that struggle in the heart of a person in the lonely hours of his life.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 22:45
Finally, I am allowed to rest, plunged into twilight. First of all, a double turn of the key in the lock. It seems to me that this will further increase my loneliness and erect barricades that will henceforth create a barrier between me and the outside world.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 22:39
Finally one! Only occasionally the noise of belated tired fiacre can be heard from the street. There are several hours of silence, if not rest, ahead. Finally! The tyranny of human faces has receded, and I can only suffer because of myself.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 22:36
But the relentless Venus looks into the distance, it is not clear what, with her marble eyes.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 22:33
How dying autumn days pierce the soul! Oh! pierce to pain; for there are delightful sensations, the very vagueness of which does not diminish their strength; and there is no point sharper than the point of Infinity.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 22:30
What a great pleasure - to immerse your eyes into the vast expanse of the sky and the sea! Loneliness, silence, incomparable clarity of azure! A small sail, trembling on the horizon, in its tinyness and lostness similar to my irreparable existence, the monotonous melody of the surf - I think about all these things, or they think by me (for in the vast space of dreams "I" is lost instantly); they think, I say, but these thoughts sound like music and are colored with bright colors, free from verbal intricacies, syllogisms and inferences.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2021 / 22:27
Have you, the angel of charm, lost count of wrinkles?
Did the threats of old age chill you?
There in the gentle depths of love-blue eyes
You haven't read the condescension to gray hair.
Have you, the angel of charm, lost count of wrinkles?
Quote Explanation: translation by I. Annensky
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MegaMozg 19-05-2021 / 06:57
Are you, the angel of meekness, familiar with the secret of anger?
With the poison of burning tears and rage without strength?
A night mute from the graves brought to you
Revenge, that black annoying guest?
Are you, the angel of meekness, familiar with the secret of anger?
Quote Explanation: translation by I. Annensky
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MegaMozg 19-05-2021 / 06:54
