25 September 2009

Obsession by Charles Baudelaire

Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart
your roaring wakens the same agony
as in cathedrals when the organ moans
and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

Ocean, I hate you! for I recognize
the sobs and insults of my own despair
the bitter laughter of a beaten man
repeated in the sea's huge gaity.

Night! you'd please me more without these stars
which speak a language I know all to well -
I long for darkness, silence, nothing there....

Yet even shadows have their shapes which live
where I imagine them to be, the hordes
of vanished souls whose eyes acknowledge mine.

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