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Слушать(AI)The End of the Day
In all its raucous
Life writhes, cavorts in pallid light,
With little cause or consequence;
And when, with darkling skies, the
Casts over all its sensuous balm,
Quells hunger's pangs and, in like wise,
Quells shame beneath its pall of calm,"Aha, at last!" the Poet sighs."My mind, my bones, yearn,
For sweet repose unburdening.
Heart full of dire, funeral thought,
I will lie out; your folds will
About me: veils of shadow wrought,
O darkness, cool and comforting!"
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Pierre Baudelaire (9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867) was a French poet who also produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and one o
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