I heart Charles Baudelaire

“His wife goes about the market-places
Crying: “Since he finds me fair enough to adore,
I shall imitate the idols of old,
And like them I want to be regilded;

I shall get drunk with spikenard, incense, myrrh,
And with genuflections, viands and wine,
To see if laughingly I can usurp
In an admiring heart the homage due to God!

And when I tire of these impious jokes,
I shall lay upon him my strong, my dainty hand;
And my nails, like harpies’ talons,
Will cut a path straight to his heart.

That heart which flutters like a fledgling bird
I’ll tear, all bloody, from his breast,
And scornfully I’ll throw it in the dust
To sate the hunger of my favorite hound!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“the Bluebird in our heart’ 2011 acrylic on wood

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