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for Victor Hugo	A
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In sinuous coils of the old capitals	B
Where even horror weaves a magic spell	C
Gripped by my fatal humours I observe	D
Singular beings with appalling charms	E
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These dislocated wrecks were women once	F
Were Eponine or Lais hunchbacked freaks	G
Though broken let us love them they are souls	H
Under cold rags their shredded petticoats	I
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They creep lashed by the merciless north wind	J
Quake from the riot of an omnibus	K
Clasp by their sides like relics of a saint	L
Embroidered bags of flowery design	M
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They toddle every bit like marionettes	K
Or drag themselves like wounded animals	K
Or dance against their will poor little bells	K
That a remorseless demon rings Worn out	N
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They are yet they have eyes piercing like drills	K
Shining like pot holes where the water sleeps	K
Heavenly eyes as of a little girl	O
Who laughs with joy at anything that shines	K
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Have you observed that coffins of the old	P
Are nearly small enough to fit a child	Q
Death in this similarity sets up	R
An eerie symbol with a strange appeal	S
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And when I glimpse some feeble phantom there	T
Part of the swarming tableau of the town	U
It always seems to me this fragile soul	V
Is moving gently to her cradle bed	W
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Unless geometry occurs to me	X
In shapes of these contorted limbs and I	-
Think how the workmen have to modify	-
The boxes where these bodies will be lain	Y
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These eyes are wells made of a million tears	K
Or crucibles where spangled metal cools	K
These eyes of mystery have deathless charms	K
For those who suckle Tribulation's breast	Z
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II	-
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Vestal of love from old Frascati's rooms	K
Priestess of Thalia whose name only	X
The buried prompter knows celebrity	X
Whom Tivoli once shaded in its blooms	K
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All make me drunk but with these weaker souls	K
Are those making a honey of their grief	A2
Who've said to Sacrifice who lent them wings	K
Lift me into the sky great Hippogriffe	A2
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One by her homeland trained in misery	X
Another whom her husband overtaxed	B2
One a Madonna martyred by her child	Q
Oh each could make a river with her tears	K
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So many of these women I have stalked	C2
One among others when the sun would fall	D2
Steeping the sky in blood from ruby wounds	K
Pensive would settle on a bench alone	E2
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To listen to a concert rich with brass	K
With which the soldiers sometimes flood our parks	K
And pour in evenings that revive the soul	V
Such heroism in the townsmen's hearts	K
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She then upright and proud stirred by the cause	K
Vigorously inhaled this warlike song	F2
Sometimes her eye gleamed like an eagle's eye	-
Fit for the laurel was her marble brow	G2
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IV	A2
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So you trudge on stoic without complaint	L
Through the chaotic city's teeming waste	H2
Saints courtesans mothers of bleeding hearts	K
Whose names in times past everyone had known	E2
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You glorious ones you who were full of grace	K
Not one remembers you some rowdy drunk	I2
Insults you on the street with crude remarks	K
A taunting child cuts capers at your heels	K
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O you ashamed of living shrunken shades	K
Fearful with backs bent how you hug the walls	K
And no one greets you strange and fated souls	K
Debris of man ripe for eternity	X
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But I who from a distance mark your steps	K
With tenderness and restless eye intent	J2
As though I were your father wondrous thought	K2
Unknown to you I taste a secret joy	L2
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I see your novice passions blossoming	M2
Sombre or sunny I see your lost days	K
Heart multiplied I share in all your vice	K
With all your virtue shines my glowing soul	V
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Ruins my family my fellow minds	K
Each evening I will bid a grave adieu	N2
What of tomorrow Eves of eighty years	K
Pressed by the dreadful talon of the Lord	O2

Charles Baudelaire

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