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Fanfarlo

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originale française

Les fleurs du mal

Petits poemes en prose

La Fanfarlo


Baudelaire in English

The Flowers of Evil

» Prose Poems «

The Stranger
The Confiteor Of the Artist
The Double Chamber
Every Man His Chimera
Venus And the Fool
The Glass-vendor
At One O'Clock In the Morning
The Widows
The Invitation To the Voyage
The Temptations
The Thyrsus - To Franz Liszt
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Already!
The Desire To Paint
The Gifts Of the Moon
What Is Truth?
The Marksman
The Shooting-range And the Cemetery.

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Intoxication


One must be for ever drunken : that is the sole question of importance. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time that bruises your shoulders and bends you to the earth, you must be drunken without cease. But how? With wine, with poetry, with virtue, with what you please. But be drunken. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, on the green grass by a moat, or in the dull loneliness of your chamber, you should waken up, your intoxication already lessened or gone, ask of the wind, of the wave, of the star, of the bird, of the timepiece; ask of all that flees, all that sighs, all that revolves, all that sings, all that speaks, ask of these the hour; and wind and wave and star and bird and timepiece will answer you:
"It is the hour to be drunken! Lest you be the martyred slaves of Time, intoxicate yourselves, be drunken without cease! With wine, with poetry, with virtue, or with what you will."








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