Baudelaire, Charles - Les Fleurs du Mal - I implore your pity, You, the only one I love
Type of spiritual experienceHallucination
A description of the experience
Les Fleurs du Mal – Charles Baudelaire
I implore your pity, You, the only one I love,
From the depth of the dark abyss where my heart fell.
It is a mournful universe with a leaden horizon,
Where horror and blasphemy swim in the night;
A sun without heat hovers above for six months,
And the other six months night covers the earth;
It is a country more bare than the polar land
- No beasts, no streams, no green, no woods!
For there is no horror in the world which surpasses
The cold cruelty of that icy sun
And that vast night similar to the old Chaos;
I envy the fate of the lowest animals
Who can sink into a stupid sleep,
Because the skein of time is so slow to unravel!