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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SOIS SAGE O MA DOULEUR, by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Peace, be at peace, o thou my heaviness Last Line: And her long robe trails all about the south. | |||
Peace, be at peace, O thou my heaviness, Thou calledst for the evening, lo! 'tis here, The City wears a somber atmosphere That brings repose to some, to some distress. Now while the heedless throng make haste to press Where pleasure drives them, ruthless charioteer, To pluck the fruits of sick remorse and fear, Come thou with me, and leave their fretfulness. See how they hang from heaven's high balconies, The old lost years in faded garments dressed, And see Regret with faintly smiling mouth; And while the dying sun sinks in the west, Hear how, far off, Night walks with velvet tread, And her long robe trails all about the south. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN IN HELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE AFFINITIES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE AT ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE BE DRUNK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE BEATRICE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |
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