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“I walk alone, absorbed in my fantastic play, — Fencing with rhymes, which, parrying nimbly, back away; Tripping on words, as on rough paving in the street, Or bumping into verses I long had dreamed to meet.”

Quote by Charles Baudelaire

Book:Les Fleurs Du Mal
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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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