Ill-starred
To bear a weight that cannot be borne, Sisyphus, even you aren't that strong, Although your heart cannot be torn Time is short and Art is long. Far from celebrated sepulchers Toward a solitary graveyard My heart, like a drum muffled hard Beats a funeral march for the ill-starred. Many jewels are buried or shrouded In darkness and oblivion's clouds, Far from any pick or drill bit, Many a flower unburdens with regret Its perfume sweet like a secret; In profoundly empty solitude to sit.
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"To bear a weight that cannot be borne,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Charles Baudelaire delivers a powerful performance in "Ill-starred"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...