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Baudelaire, Charles - From La Servante
Identifier
000307
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
The following poem describes an hallucination of the ‘lost soul’ of his nurse that showed the spirit was still clinging on to the past, to life and to him……….
No communication just an hallucination.
A description of the experience
From La Servante – Charles Baudelaire - translated by Robert Lowell
My old nurse and servant, whose great heart
Made you jealous, is dead and sleeps apart
From us. Shouldn’t we bring her a few flowers?
The dead, the poor dead, they have their bad hours.
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The oak log sings and splutters in my chamber,
And in the cold blue half light of December,
I see her tiptoe through my room, and halt
Humbly, as if she’d hurried from her vault
With blankets for the child her sleepless eye
Had coaxed and mothered to maturity.
What can I say to her to calm her fears?
My nurse’s hollow sockets fill with tears