Spleen [The rainy moon of all the world is weary]

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Title:     Spleen [The rainy moon of all the world is weary]
Author: Charles Baudelaire [More Titles by Baudelaire]

Translator: Cyril Scott

The rainy moon of all the world is weary,
And from its urn a gloomy cold pours down,
Upon the pallid inmates of the mortuary,
And on the neighbouring outskirts of the town.

My wasted cat, in searching for a litter,
Bestirs its mangy paws from post to post;
(A poet's soul that wanders in the gutter,
With the jaded voice of a shiv'ring ghost).

The smoking pine-log, while the drone laments,
Accompanies the wheezy pendulum,
The while amidst a haze of dirty scents,

--Those fatal remnants of a sick man's room--
The gallant knave of hearts and queen of spades
Relate their ancient amorous escapades.

[The end]
Charles Baudelaire's poem: Spleen

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