Read the poem: “The Death of Lovers”

by Charles Baudelaire

Extract of The Flowers of Evil

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American Literature – American Poetry – Charles Baudelaire
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The Death of Lovers

There shall be couches whence faint odours rise,
Divans like sepulchres, deep and profound;
Strange flowers that bloomed beneath diviner skies
The death-bed of our love shall breathe around.

And guarding their last embers till the end,
Our hearts shall be the torches of the shrine,
And their two leaping flames shall fade and blend
In the twin mirrors of your soul and mine.

And through the eve of rose and mystic blue
A beam of love shall pass from me to you,
Like a long sigh charged with a last farewell;

And later still an angel, flinging wide
The gates, shall bring to life with joyful spell
The tarnished mirrors and the flames that died.

Translated by F. P. Sturm

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American Literature – American Poetry – Charles Baudelaire

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by Charles Baudelaire

Extract of The Flowers of Evil

The Death of Lovers

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