My mother tongue is French, and in looking at the original, I gleaned the meaning a bit better and learned a word or two that is no longer of common usage. Thanks for sharing this one.
Yes, he is one of the best France has ever produced when it comes to poetry, and this marvelous poem is proof of it. I like it in its entirety. Good read!
try coming up with your own thought or critique, I didn't like it, he beat the point to death, and he used words that would never be used in conversation, and I know it was 19th c Paris, but still, it picked up a little at the end.
I actually understood this poem -- which tickles me pink.
That said... I did look up baneful miasma and limpid to see if my inference matched the meaning. A little bit of a fun puzzle?
I used to think poetry was pompous and pretentious. I still think some of it is.
What I've come to realize though is that there are all kinds of kinds living on this earth. If I really don't like something, I don't have to make a big deal about it. I can simply move on.
Yeah a lot of artists embellish and improvise on their limitations. Poetry ranges from the ordinary or mundane to the profound and profane. It isn't a popularity contest either. I am not fond of academic poetry. I wish I could embrace the haughtier or more obtuse writings more often.
I love that you used the word haughty. 😂 I'm getting close to publishing a book of poems and I used "haughty" to describe what I once thought of poetry. Apparently, I've changed my mind. 🤭
I wonder where the original author ended up. I assume they've passed. Has he moved from the baneful miasma to the limpid region? Perhaps that is a question only God can answer.
Ah. I should have noticed the author at the top. I looked up the transltor. Either way, the question is still relevant. It's not asking if he is dead. It's asking where he ended up.
“Who hovers over life and understands with ease
The language of flowers and silent things!”
you with me then
✨
"The language of flowers and silent things"
🫠😻🏵🌿
My mother tongue is French, and in looking at the original, I gleaned the meaning a bit better and learned a word or two that is no longer of common usage. Thanks for sharing this one.
Pascale! It's wonderful that you can connect with texts in your mother tongue.
What word or phrase did you find particularly interesting or new in the original text?
I have the same question : )
The language of flowers and silent things!
While I can be a conisseuer of flavors and my taste buds imbibe, an Mmm escapes
I am still at the roses are red violets blue level of writing
Worse...My once impeccable spelling must now resort to autocorrect.
Life can really make ya laugh 😹
It’s a journey worth taking! As long as you’re enjoying the process it’s a success.
We all gotta start somewhere, Barbara : ) Keep going. It gets... well, I'm not sure if it gets easier, but it is a lot of fun!
Great poem. Have not read much Baudelaire. Perhaps that will change.
Baneful Miasma would make a great name for a grindcore band.
Yes, he is one of the best France has ever produced when it comes to poetry, and this marvelous poem is proof of it. I like it in its entirety. Good read!
Beautiful.
The peace that comes with observing life and getting outslde your own head.
Every word of this is transporting 💠 beauty. Pure Beauty.
I really appreciate that you share both older and more contemporary poems.
A poem for our time.
Beautiful.
IDK, it's ok, nothing too great
He who talks doesn't know. He who knows doesn't talk. Now and then, a little Zen can leave your eyes wide open sir.
try coming up with your own thought or critique, I didn't like it, he beat the point to death, and he used words that would never be used in conversation, and I know it was 19th c Paris, but still, it picked up a little at the end.
I actually understood this poem -- which tickles me pink.
That said... I did look up baneful miasma and limpid to see if my inference matched the meaning. A little bit of a fun puzzle?
I used to think poetry was pompous and pretentious. I still think some of it is.
What I've come to realize though is that there are all kinds of kinds living on this earth. If I really don't like something, I don't have to make a big deal about it. I can simply move on.
Yeah a lot of artists embellish and improvise on their limitations. Poetry ranges from the ordinary or mundane to the profound and profane. It isn't a popularity contest either. I am not fond of academic poetry. I wish I could embrace the haughtier or more obtuse writings more often.
I love that you used the word haughty. 😂 I'm getting close to publishing a book of poems and I used "haughty" to describe what I once thought of poetry. Apparently, I've changed my mind. 🤭
What a beauty
Walking in Paris on Butte-aux-Cailles in the 13e… my photo icon for substack.
I wonder where the original author ended up. I assume they've passed. Has he moved from the baneful miasma to the limpid region? Perhaps that is a question only God can answer.
My man, Baudelaire's been dead for almost two centuries.
Ah. I should have noticed the author at the top. I looked up the transltor. Either way, the question is still relevant. It's not asking if he is dead. It's asking where he ended up.