O Death, Old Captain…
From THE FLOWERS OF EVIL
Charles Baudelaire 1821-1867
O Death, old captain, the time has come! Let us weigh anchor! This land bores us, O Death! Let us set sail! If the sky and the sea are as black as ink, our hearts which you know are filled with rays!
Pour your poison so that it will comfort us! The fire searing our brain is such that we want to plunge on the bottom of the abyss, whether it be Heaven or Hell, to the bottom of the Unknown in order to find something new!
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