Read the poem: “Soup and the Clouds”

by Charles Baudelaire

Extract of The Flowers of Evil

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French Literature – French Poetry – Charles Baudelaire
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Soup and the Clouds

My well-beloved little madcap was dining with me, and through the open window of the dining-room I was contemplating the moving architecture which God formed from the vapors, the marvellous constructions of the impalpable. And I was saying to myself, in my reflection: “All these phantasmagoria are almost as beautiful as the eyes of my beautiful well-beloved, the little prodigious madcap with green eyes.”

And all at once I received a violent punch in the back, and I heard a hoarse and charming voice, a voice hysterical and husky as with brandy, which said to me: “Are you going to eat your soup, s…, b… of a dealer in clouds?”

Translated by Joseph T. Shipley

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by Charles Baudelaire

Extract of The Flowers of Evil

Soup and the Clouds

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