by Charles Baudelaire
Extract of The Flowers of Evil
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American Literature – American Poetry – Charles Baudelaire
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The Evil Monk
The ancient cloisters on their lofty walls
Had holy Truth in painted frescoes shown,
And, seeing these, the pious in those halls
Felt their cold, lone austereness less alone.
At that time when Christ’s seed flowered all around,
More than one monk, forgotten in his hour,
Taking for studio the burial-ground,
Glorified Death with simple faith and power.
And my soul is a sepulchre where I,
Ill cenobite, have spent eternity:
On the vile cloister walls no pictures rise.
O when may I cast off this weariness,
And make the pageant of my old distress
For these hands labour, pleasure for these eyes?
Translated by F. P. Sturm
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American Literature – American Poetry – Charles Baudelaire
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