To A Woman Passing By
Around me roared the nearly deafening street. Tall, slim, in mourning, in majestic grief, A woman passed me, with a splendid hand Lifting and swinging her festoon and hem; Nimble and stately, statuesque ofleg. I, shaking like an addict, from her eye, Black sky, spawner of hurricanes, drank in Sweetness that fascinates, pleasure that kills. One lightning flash... then night! Sweet fugitive Whose glance has made me suddenly reborn, Will we not meet again this side of death? Far from this place! too late! never perhaps! Neither one knowing where the other goes, O you I might have loved, as well you know!
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"Around me roared the nearly deafening street...."
This evocative piece by Charles Baudelaire, titled "To A Woman Passing By", 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...