The Vampire

by

Charles Baudelaire


You that, like a daggerís thrust,

Have entered my complaining heart,

You that, stronger than a host

Of demons, came, wild yet prepared;


Within my mindís humility

You made your bed and your domain;

— Infamous one whoís bound to me

Like any felon by his chain,


Like a gambler by his games,

Like the bottle and the sot,

Like the worms in oneís remains,

— Damn you! Damnation be your lot!


Iíve begged the merciful, swift sword

To overcome my liberty —

To poison I have said the word:

Save me from poltroonery.


Alas the sword! Alas the poison!

Contemptuous, they spoke to me:

"You never can deserve remission

Of your accursed slavery,


"Imbecile! — If our deadly empire

Freed you from your present fate,

Your kiss would soon resuscitate

The cold cadaver of your vampire!"



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