The Last Kiss

BY CHARLES BAUDELAIRE


I beg your pity, you, my only love
my fallen heart lies in deep abyss,
A Universe of leaden heaviness
where cursing terrors swim the night above


For six months stands a sun with heatless beams
the other months are spent in total night,
It is a polar land to human sight
no greenery no trees no running streams


But there is not a horror to surpass
the cruelty of that blank suns cold glass,
And that long night that chaos come again


I'm jealous of the meanest of the beasts
who plunge themselves into a stupid sleep,
So slowly does the time unwindits skein!