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    The Three Hills, and Other Poems
    The Three Hills, and Other Poems
    The Three Hills, and Other Poems
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    The Three Hills, and Other Poems

    By Charles Baudelaire and Sir John Collings Squire

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateDec 12, 2019
    ISBN4064066206635
    The Three Hills, and Other Poems
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    Charles Baudelaire

    Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867) was a French poet. Born in Paris, Baudelaire lost his father at a young age. Raised by his mother, he was sent to boarding school in Lyon and completed his education at the Lycée Louis-le-Grand in Paris, where he gained a reputation for frivolous spending and likely contracted several sexually transmitted diseases through his frequent contact with prostitutes. After journeying by sea to Calcutta, India at the behest of his stepfather, Baudelaire returned to Paris and began working on the lyric poems that would eventually become The Flowers of Evil (1857), his most famous work. Around this time, his family placed a hold on his inheritance, hoping to protect Baudelaire from his worst impulses. His mistress Jeanne Duval, a woman of mixed French and African ancestry, was rejected by the poet’s mother, likely leading to Baudelaire’s first known suicide attempt. During the Revolutions of 1848, Baudelaire worked as a journalist for a revolutionary newspaper, but soon abandoned his political interests to focus on his poetry and translations of the works of Thomas De Quincey and Edgar Allan Poe. As an arts critic, he promoted the works of Romantic painter Eugène Delacroix, composer Richard Wagner, poet Théophile Gautier, and painter Édouard Manet. Recognized for his pioneering philosophical and aesthetic views, Baudelaire has earned praise from such artists as Arthur Rimbaud, Stéphane Mallarmé, Marcel Proust, and T. S. Eliot. An embittered recorder of modern decay, Baudelaire was an essential force in revolutionizing poetry, shaping the outlook that would drive the next generation of artists away from Romanticism towards Symbolism, and beyond. Paris Spleen (1869), a posthumous collection of prose poems, is considered one of the nineteenth century’s greatest works of literature.

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      The Three Hills, and Other Poems - Charles Baudelaire

      Charles Baudelaire, John Collings Sir Squire

      The Three Hills, and Other Poems

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4064066206635

      Table of Contents

      Cover

      Titlepage

      BY

      J.C. SQUIRE

      BY

      Table of Contents

      J.C. SQUIRE

      Table of Contents

      LONDON: HOWARD LATIMER LTD.

      GREAT QUEEN STREET, KINGSWAY

      MCMXIII

      TO

      FRANCIS BURROWS

      CONTENTS

      ANTINOMIES ON A RAILWAY STATION

      THE THREE HILLS

      A CHANT

      ARTEMIS ALTERA

      STARLIGHT

      FLORIAN'S SONG

      DIALOGUE

      CREPUSCULAR

      AT NIGHT

      FOR MUSIC

      THE ROOF

      TREETOPS

      IN THE PARK

      SONG

      TOWN

      A MEMORIAL

      FRIENDSHIP'S GARLAND—I

      —II

      —III

      LINES ON THE EARTHLY PARADISE

      ECHOES

      THE FUGITIVE

      IN THE ORCHARD

      IN A CHAIR

      A DAY

      THE MIND OF MAN

      A REASONABLE PROTESTATION

      EPILOGUE

      TWELVE TRANSLATIONS FROM CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

      TOUT ENTIÈRE

      THE ALCHEMY OF GRIEF

      SPLEEN

      A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA

      THE CRACKED BELL

      THE OFFENDED MOON

      TO THEODORE BANVILLE, 1984

      MUSIC

      THE CATS

      THE SADNESS OF THE MOON

      MOESTA ET ERRABUNDA

      THE OWLS

      Many of the above poems have appeared in the British Review, the Eye-Witness, the New Witness, the Oxford and Cambridge Review, the New Statesman, and the New Age, to the Editors of which thanks are due for permission to reprint. Three of the short poems and most of the translations are extracted from an earlier volume.

      ANTINOMIES ON A RAILWAY STATION

      As I stand waiting in the rain

      For the foggy hoot of the London train,

      Gazing at silent wall and lamp

      And post and rail and platform damp,

      What is this power that comes to my sight

      That I see a night without the night,

      That I see them clear, yet look them through,

      The silvery things and the darkly blue,

      That the solid wall seems soft as death,

      A wavering and unanchored wraith,

      And rails that shine and stones that stream

      Unsubstantial as a dream?

      What sudden door has opened so,

      What hand has passed, that I should know

      This moving vision not of trance

      That melts the globe of circumstance,

      This sight that marks not least or most

      And makes a stone a passing ghost?

      Is it that a year ago

      I stood upon this self-same spot;

      Is it that since a year ago

      The place and I have altered not;

      Is it that I half forgot,

      A year ago, and all despised

      For a space the things that I had prized:

      The race of life, the glittering show?

      Is it that now a year has passed

      Of vain pursuit of glittering things,

      Of fruitless searching, shouting, running,

      And greedy lies and candour cunning,

      Here as I stand the year above

      Sudden the heats and the strivings fail

      And fall away, a fluctuant veil,

      And the fixed familiar stones restore

      The old appearance-buried core,

      The moveless and essential me,

      The eternal personality

      Alone enduring first and last?

      No, this I have known in other ways,

      In other places, other days.

      Not only here, on this one peak,

      Do fixity and

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