Teaching Baudelaire
TEACHING BAUDELAIRE Jardin des Plantes, 2003, © Peter Coles VOLUPTÉ: INTERDISCIPLINARY JOURNAL OF DECADENCE STUDIES | 106 À une passante Charles Baudelaire La rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait. Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse, Une femme passa, d’une main fastueuse SouleVant, balançant le feston et l’ourlet; Agile et noble, aVec sa jambe de statue. Moi, je buVais, crispé comme un extraVagant, Dans son oeil, ciel livide où germe l’ouragan, La douceur qui fascine et le plaisir qui tue. Un éclair … puis la nuit! — Fugitive beauté Dont le regard m’a fait soudainement renaître, Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l’éternité? Ailleurs, bien loin d’ici! trop tard! jamais peut-être! Car j’ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais, Ô toi que j’eusse aimée, ô toi qui le saVais! VOLUPTÉ: INTERDISCIPLINARY JOURNAL OF DECADENCE STUDIES | 107 Joseph Acquisto University of Vermont I had heard that Les Fleurs du mal was one of the most important and influential works of poetry in the last two hundred years, that it was a foundational text of modernity, that it was scandalous, that it was powerful. And so as a sophomore French major in college I eagerly checked it out of the university library, having read only a small handful of poems from it before, the usual ones that often serve as someone’s first inroad to his poetry: ‘Correspondances’ with its vertical and horizontal worlds that seem profound when you’re sixteen, ‘L’Albatross’ and its seemingly transparent lesson about how the world mistreats its poets, also a lesson that teenagers are likely to find appealing.
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