The Inquisitive Mans Dream
Do you know, as I do, delicious sadness and make others say of you: Strange man! I was dying. In my soul, singular illness, desire and horror were mingled as one: anguish and living hope, no factious bile. The more the fatal sand ran out, the more acute, delicious my torment: my heart entire was tearing itself away from the world I saw. I was like a child eager for the spectacle, hating the curtain as one hates an obstacle at last the truth was chillingly revealed: Id died without surprise, dreadful morning enveloped me. Was this all there was to see? The curtain had risen, and I was still waiting.
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"Do you know, as I do, delicious sadness..."
This evocative piece by Charles Baudelaire, titled "The Inquisitive Mans Dream", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...