Purple Diary

[08/06/2010]

Causerie / Les Fleurs du mal Charles Baudelaire

You are a lovely autumn sky, clear and rosy! But sadness rises in me like the sea, And as it ebbs, leaves on my sullen lips The burning memory of its bitter slime. — In vain does your hand slip over my swooning breast; What it seeks, darling, is a place plundered By the claws […]

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