Poetry
Quotes
The Vampire
You who, like the stab of a knife, Entered my plaintive heart; You who, strong as a herd Of demons, came, ardent and adorned, To make your bed and your domain Of my humiliated mind — Infamous bitch to whom I'm bound Like the convict to his chain, Like the stubborn gambler to the game, Like the drunkard to his wine, Like the maggots to the corpse, — Accurst, accurst be you! I begged the swift poniard To gain for me my liberty, I asked perfidious poison To give aid to my cowardice. Alas! both poison and the knife Contemptuously said to me: "You do not deserve to be freed From your accursed slavery, Fool! — if from her domination Our efforts could deliver you, Your kisses would resuscitate The cadaver of your vampire!" Poem by Charles Baudelaire Translation by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
Charles Baudelaire Poems
À une Malabaraise - translation (To a Malabar Woman)La Mort des Amants - translation (The Death of Lovers)
La Voix - translation (The Voice)
