You'd Entertain The Universe In Bed
You'd entertain the universe in bed, Foul woman; ennui makes you mean of soul. To exercise your jaws at this strange sport Each day you work a heart between your teeth. Your eyes, illuminated like boutiques Or blazing stanchions at a public fair, Use haughtily a power not their own, With no awareness of their beauty's law. Blind, deaf machine, fertile in cruelties! Valuable tool, that drinks the whole world's blood, Why are you not ashamed, how have you not In mirrors seen your many charms turn pale? The magnitude of all your evil schemes, Has this, then, never shrunk your heart with fear, When Nature, mighty in her secret plans, Makes use of you, o woman! queen of sins! Of you, vile beast - to mould a genius? O filthy grandeur! o sublime disgrace!
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"You'd entertain the universe in bed,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Charles Baudelaire delivers a powerful performance in "You'd Entertain The Universe In Bed"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...