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French · Spleen and Ideal

Le Goût du néant

The Taste for Nothingness

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    Gloomy spirit, once in love with the struggle,

    Mornegloomymorne · adjective, masculine, singularmodifies esprit
    espritspiritesprit · noun, masculine, singularvocative address
    autrefoisonceautrefois · adverbmodifies amoureux
    amoureuxin loveamoureux · adjective, masculine, singularmodifies esprit
    dewithde · prepositionpreposition marking lutte
    lathele · determiner, feminine, singulardeterminer of lutte
    luttestrugglelutte · noun, feminine, singularoblique argument of amoureux
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    Hope, whose spur once stoked your ardour,

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    wants to mount you no longer! Lie down without shame,

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    old horse whose foot stumbles at every hurdle.

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    Resign yourself, my heart; sleep your brute's sleep.

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    Spirit defeated, worn out! For you, old marauder,

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    love has no taste any longer, no more than quarrelling does;

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    Farewell then, songs of the brass and sighs of the flute!

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    Pleasures, tempt no longer a heart gloomy and sulking!

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    Adorable Spring has lost its scent!

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    And Time swallows me up minute by minute,

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    as the boundless snow swallows a body seized with stiffness;

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    — I gaze down from on high at the globe in its roundness

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    and I no longer seek there the shelter of a hovel.

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    Avalanche, will you carry me off in your fall?

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Les Fleurs du mal, Charles Baudelaire. Spleen and Ideal.
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Public-domain French (Baudelaire, d. 1867). English translation © 2026 1732 Studios, LLC.
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