A Poet Reflects

“The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds
Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day;
But on the ground, among the hooting crowds,

He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.”

 —Charles Baudelaire, from The Flowers of Evil (Les Fleurs du mal) (Oxford University Press, 2008)

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