Daily Poem: Destruction ~ Charles Baudelaire
Destruction
~ Charles Baudelaire
The Devil stirs beside me, constantly;
Floats around me like an air impalpable;
I feel him in my lungs, incendiary,
Bringing desires eternal, culpable.
Sometimes, aware of my great love of Art,
He takes a woman’s shape, voluptuous,
And, with some lame excuse, the hypocrite,
Accustoms mee to philtres infamous.
And so, far from God’s sight, he leads me on,
Panting and broken with exhaustion,
Into the plains of Tedium profound,
And casts into my eyes confusion,
Worn, dirty clothes, open, infested wounds:
Deadly apparel of Destruction!
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