If poison, fire, blade, rape do not succeed In sewing on that - TopicsExpress



          

If poison, fire, blade, rape do not succeed In sewing on that dull embroidery Of our pathetic lives their artistry, Its that our soul, alas, shrinks from the deed. And yet, among the beasts and creatures all— Panther, snake, scorpion, jackal, ape, hound, hawk— Monsters that crawl, and shriek, and grunt, and squawk, In our vice-filled menageries caterwaul, One worse is there, fit to heap scorn upon— More ugly, rank! Though noiseless, calm and still, yet would he turn the earth to scraps and swill, swallow it whole in one great, gaping yawn: Ennui! That monster frail!—With eye wherein A chance tear gleams, he dreams of gibbets, while Smoking his hookah, with a dainty smile. . . —You know him, reader,—hypocrite,—my twin! ~Charles Baudelaire~
Posted on: Wed, 02 Jul 2014 01:44:58 +0000

Trending Topics



Recently Viewed Topics




© 2015