Lament Of An Icarus
Lovers of whores dont care, happy, calm and replete: But my arms are incomplete, grasping the empty air. Thanks to stars, incomparable ones, that blaze in the depths of the skies, all my destroyed eyes see, are the memories of suns. I look, in vain, for beginning and end of the heavens slow revolve: Under an unknown eye of fire, I ascend feeling my wings dissolve. And, scorched by desire for the beautiful, I will not know the bliss, of giving my name to that abyss, that knows my tomb and funeral.
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"Lovers of whores dont care,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Charles Baudelaire delivers a powerful performance in "Lament Of An Icarus"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...