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THE GRATEFUL DEAD aka THE JOYOUS DEAD
Charles Baudelaire
In a fat, greasy soil, that's full of snails,
I'll dig a grave deep down, where I may sleep
Spreading my bones at ease, to drowse in deep
Oblivion, as a shark within the wave.
I hate all tombs, and testaments, and wills:
I want no human tears; I'd like it more,
That ravens could attack me with their bills,
To broach my carcase of its living gore.
O worms! black friends, who cannot hear or see,
A free and joyous corpse behold in me!
You philosophic souls, corruption-bred,
Plough through my ruins! eat your merry way!
And if there are yet further torments, say,
For this old soulless corpse among the dead.
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Charles Baudelaire: Charles Baudelaire Poems

 

MODERN: Aleister Crowley Edna St. Vincent Millay Charles Baudelaire

 

POETRY: Ancient Classical Modern Contemporary

 
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