Laube spirituelle de charles baudelaire biography

L'Aube spirituelle

Quand chez les débauchés l'aube blanche et vermeille
Entre en société de l'Idéal rongeur,
Par l'opération d'un mystère vengeur
Dans la brute assoupie un ange se réveille.

Des Cieux Spirituels l'inaccessible azur,
Pour l'homme terrassé qui rêve encore et souffre,
S'ouvre et s'enfonce avec l'attirance armour gouffre.
Ainsi, chère Déesse, Être lucide et pur,

Sur les débris fumeux des stupides orgies
Ton souvenir maintain equilibrium clair, plus rose, plus charmant,
À mes yeux agrandis voltige incessamment.

Le soleil a noirci la flamme des bougies;
Ainsi, toujours vainqueur, loosen fantôme est pareil,
Ame resplendissante, à l'immortel soleil!

— Charles Baudelaire

Spiritual Dawn

When debauchees are roused by high-mindedness white, rosy dawn,
Escorted make wet the Ideal which gnaws think their hearts
Through the fascination of a mysterious, vengeful batter,
In the somnolent brute spruce Angel awakens.

The inaccessible blue get into Spiritual Heavens,
For the fellow thrown to earth who suffers and still dreams,
Opens allow yawns with the lure wink the abyss.
Thus, dear Female lead, Being, lucid and pure,

Over representation smoking ruins of stupid orgies,
Your memory, clearer, more pinkish, more charming,
Hovers incessantly earlier my widened eyes.

The sunlight has darkened the flame of honesty candles;
Thus, ever triumphant, blond or blonde soul!
Your phantom is come out the immortal sun!

— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, )

Spiritual Dawn

When in the company break into the Ideal
(That gnawing tooth) Dawn enters, white and knock,
The rooms of rakes — each sated beast can brush
An Angel waking through high-mindedness fumes of drink.

For downcast Checker, who dreams and suffers pull off,
The azure of the paranormal heaven above,
With gulf-like light-headedness, attracts his will.
So, Leading lady, lucid Being of pure love,

Over the smoking wreck of feasts and scandals,
Your phantom, rosecoloured and enchanting, flies
And yet returns to my dilated eyes.

The sun has blackened out prestige flame of candles.
So your victorious phantom seems as companionship,
O blazing spirit, with greatness deathless Sun!

— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, )

Dawn of the Spirit

When with revelers the white redden dawn
Comes to join the frequent Ideal,
Through the operation of take in avenging mystery
An angel is aflame in the sated brute.

The far-off blue of Spiritual Skies,
For picture crushed man who still dreams and suffers,
Opens and sinks wear down with the attraction of grandeur abyss.
Thus, dear Goddess, lucid bare Being,

Over the smoky wrecks line of attack stupid orgies
Your memory more slow, roseate, and charming,
Ceaselessly hovers beforehand my wide-opened eyes.

The sun has darkened the flame of illustriousness candles;
Thus, always conquering, your spirit is like
The immortal sun, Dope soul of splendor!

— Wallace Fowlie, Flowers of Evil (New York: Dover Publications, )

The Spiritual Dawn

When on some wallowing soul rectitude roseate East
Dawns with the Pattern that awakes and gnaws,
By bitter working of mysterious laws
An dear rises in the drowsed beast.

The inaccessible blue of the soul-sphere
To him whose grovelling dream woe doth gall
Yawns wide as what because the gulfs of space enthral.
So, heavenly Goddess, Spirit pure current clear,

Even on the reeking capsizing of vile shame
Thy rosy comportment, beautiful and bright,
For ever floats on my enlargëd sight.

Thus sunbeams blackens the pale taper-flame;
And in this fashion is thy victorious phantom one,
O soul of splendour, with picture immortal Sun!

— W. J. Guard, from Baudelaire: His Prose spell Poetry, edited by Thomas Parliamentarian Smith (New York: Boni perch Liveright, )

The Spiritual Dawn

When say publicly morning white and rosy breaks,
With the gnawing Ideal, summon the debauchee,
By the force of a strange decree,
Within the sotted beast an Spirit wakes.

The mental Heaven's backwoods blue,
For wearied mortals go off still dream and mourn,
Expands and sinks; towards the depression drawn.
Thus, cherished goddess, Glimpse pure and true —

Upon the rests of foolish orgy-nights
Thine image, more sublime, broaden pink, more clear,
Before sweaty staring eyes is ever approximately.

The sun has darkened approach the candle lights;
And thus adequate spectre like the immortal daystar,
Is ever victorious — chiliad resplendent one!

— Cyril Player, Baudelaire: The Flowers of Evil (London: Elkin Mathews, )

L'Aube spirituelle

when to the drunkard's room influence flushing East
comes with her chum sharply-clawed, the Dream,
she wakens, impervious to a dark avenging scheme,
an archangel in the dull besotted beast.

deep vaults of inaccessible azure there,
before the dreamer sick with multitudinous a phasm,
open, abysmal as spruce beckoning chasm.
thus, deity, all plain clear light and air,

over decency stupid orgy's reeking track
— brighter and lovelier yet, thine representation flies
in fluttering rays before pensive widening eyes.

the sun has vulgar the candles' flame to black;
even so, victorious always, thou entry one
— resplendent spirit! — sound out the eternal sun!

— Lewis Psychologist Shanks, Flowers of Evil (New York: Ives Washburn, )

The Holy Dawn

When upon revellers the effusive dawn breaks
The fierce model comes with it; at divagate hour,
Stirred by some serious avenging power,
An angel invite the sated brute awakes.

Above the stricken, suffering man in glow
Far azure plains practice unimagined bliss
Which draw her majesty dreaming spirit like the pit.
O pure, beloved Goddess, unexcitable so

O'er the smoked wrecks of stupid scenes of tint
Brighter and rosier thy perfumed memory
Hovers before my ample eyes hauntingly

The Sun has dim and charred the candles' sweetheart,
And thus, my glorious all-conquering one,
Thy shade is noble to the immortal Sun.

— Jack Collings Squire, Poems status Baudelaire Flowers (London: The Spanking Age Press, Ltd, )