On the satin back of the avalanche soft,  She falls into lingering swoons, as she dies,  While she lifteth her eyes to white visions al...

The Spiritual Dawn When upon revellers the stained dawn breaks  The fierce ideal comes with it; at that hour,  Stirred by some ...

Lesbos Mother of Latin games and Greek delights, Lesbos, where kisses, languishing or joyous, Burning as the sun's light,...

click for larger image from Six Little Poems in Prose by Charles Baudelaire translated by Aleister Crowley

Beauty I am fair, O mortals! like a dream carved in stone, And my breast where each one in turn has bruised himself Is made t...