by Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867)

La fin de la journée
Language: French (Français) 
Sous une lumière blafarde
Court, danse et se tord sans raison
La Vie, impudente et criarde.
Aussi, sitôt qu'à l'horizon

La nuit voluptueuse monte,
Apaisant tout, même la faim,
Effaçant tout, même la honte,
Le Poëte se dit : " Enfin!

Mon esprit, comme mes vertèbres,
Invoque ardemment le repos ;
Le cœur plein de songes funèbres,

Je vais me coucher sur le dos
Et me rouler dans vos rideaux,
O rafraîchissantes ténèbres ! "

Confirmed with Les Fleurs du mal, La Mort, Paris: Poulet-Malassis et de Broise, 1861, pages 301-302. Note: this was number 124 in 1861 edition of Les Fleurs du mal but number 149 in subsequent editions.

In line 2-4, "Poëte" is an archaic spelling and would be spelled "Poète" using modern French spelling conventions.


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Word count: 75