from a translation of "To the Reader" by Charles Baudelaire
(from "The Flowers of Evil)
But here among the scorpions and the hounds,
the jackals, apes and vultures, snakes and wolves,
monsters that howl and growl and squeal and crawl,
in all the squalid zoo of vices, one
is even uglier and fowler than the rest,
although the least flamboyant of the lot,
this beast would gladly undermine the earth
and swallow all creation in a yawn;
I speak of Boredom with with ready tears
dreams of hangings as it puffs its pipe.
Reader, you know this squeamish monster well,
from a translation of "To the Reader" by Charles Baudelaire (from "The Flowers of Evil)
But here among the scorpions and the hounds, the jackals, apes and vultures, snakes and wolves, monsters that howl and growl and squeal and crawl, in all the squalid zoo of vices, one
is even uglier and fowler than the rest, although the least flamboyant of the lot, this beast would gladly undermine the earth and swallow all creation in a yawn;
I speak of Boredom with with ready tears dreams of hangings as it puffs its pipe. Reader, you know this squeamish monster well,