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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354528" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Irreparable</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can we stifle the old, long-lived Remorse,<br>that lives, writhes, heaves,<br>feeds on us, like a worm on a corpse,<br>like oak-gall on the oak-trees?<br>Can we stifle the old, long-lived Remorse?<br>In what potion, in what wine, in what brew,<br>shall we drown this old enemy.<br>greedy, destructive as a prostitute,<br>ant-like always filled with tenacity?<br>In what potion? – In what wine? – In what brew?<br>Tell us, lovely witch, oh, tell us, if you know,<br>tell the spirit filled with anguish<br>as if dying crushed by the wounded, oh,<br>crumpled beneath the horses,<br>tell us, lovely witch, oh, tell us, if you know,<br>tell the one in agony the wolf’s already scented<br>whom the raven now surveys,<br>tell the shattered soldier! Say, if he’s intended<br>to despair of cross and grave:<br>poor soul in agony the wolf’s already scented!<br>Can we illuminate a black and muddied sky?<br>can we pierce the shadowy evening,<br>denser than pitch, with neither day or night,<br>star-less, with no funereal lightning?<br>Can we illuminate a black and muddied sky?<br>The Hope that shone in the Tavern window<br>is quenched, is dead forever!<br>How to find without sunlight, without moon-glow,<br>for the foul road’s martyrs, ah, shelter!<br>The Devil’s quenched all in the Tavern window!<br>Adorable witch, do you love the damned?<br>Say, do you know the unforgivable?<br>Do you understand Remorse, its poisoned hand,<br>for which our heart serves as target?<br>Adorable witch, do you love the damned?<br>The Irreparable, with its accursed tooth bites<br>at our soul, this pitiful monument,<br>and often gnaws away like a termite,<br>below the foundations of the battlement.<br>The Irreparable, with its accursed tooth, bites!<br>- Sometimes on the boards of a cheap stage<br>lit up by the sonorous orchestra,<br>I’ve seen a fairy kindling miraculous day,<br>in the infernal sky above her:<br>sometimes on the boards of a cheap stage,<br>a being, who is nothing but light, gold, gauze, <br>flooring the enormous Satan:<br>but my heart, that no ecstasy ever saw,<br>is a stage where ever and again<br>one awaits in vain the Being with wings of gauze!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Baudelaire">Charles Baudelaire</a><div class=q>
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