The Two Good Sisters
Debauch and Death are a fine, healthy pair Of girls, whose love is prodigal and free. Their virgin wombs, beneath the rags they wear, Are barren, though they labour constantly. To the arch poet, foe of families, Hell's favourite, a cut-rate whore at court, Brothels and tombs show in dark galleries A bed never frequented by remorse. And coffin, alcove, rich in blasphemy, As two good sisters would, offer as treats Terrible pleasures, horrifying sweets. Debauch, when will your clutches bury me? a rival Death, will you be coming now To graft black cypress to her myrtle bough?
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"Debauch and Death are a fine, healthy pair..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Charles Baudelaire delivers a powerful performance in "The Two Good Sisters"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...