Magnetic Horror

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Title:     Magnetic Horror
Author: Charles Baudelaire [More Titles by Baudelaire]

Translator: Cyril Scott

"Beneath this sky, so livid and strange,
Tormented like thy destiny,
What thoughts within thy spirit range
Themselves?--O libertine reply."

--With vain desires, for ever torn
Towards the uncertain, and the vast,
And yet, like Ovid--I'll not mourn--
Who from his Roman Heaven was cast.

O heavens, turbulent as the streams,
In you I mirror forth my pride!
Your clouds, which clad in mourning, glide,

Are the hearses of my dreams,
And in your illusion lies the hell,
Wherein my heart delights to dwell.

[The end]
Charles Baudelaire's poem: Magnetic Horror

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