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“My love, do you recall the object which we saw, That fair, sweet, summer morn! At a turn in the path a foul carcass On a gravel strewn bed, Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman, Burning and dripping with poisons, Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way Its belly, swollen with gases. - A Carcass”

Quote by Charles Baudelaire

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Les Fleurs Du Mal

Charles Baudelaire's 'Les Fleurs Du Mal' is a seminal work of French poetry, known for its exploration of complex emotional states and its innovative use of language. The collection delves into themes of love, beauty, and the darker sides of human existence, showcasing Baudelaire's unique poetic style and his exploration of the human psyche. more

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Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire, a renowned French poet and literary critic, was born on April 9, 1821, and died on August 31, 1867. His poetry is known for its unique symbolism and has had a profound impact on modern literature. more

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