Charles Baudelaire

Here you will find the Poem The Death Of The Poor of poet Charles Baudelaire

The Death Of The Poor

It is Death, alas, persuades us to keep on living:
the goal of life and the only hope we have,
like an elixir, rousing, intoxicating, giving
the strength to march on towards the grave:
through the frost and snow and storm-wind, look
it?s the vibrant light on our black horizon:
the fabulous inn, written of in the book,
where one can eat, and sleep and sit oneself down:
it?s an Angel, who holds in his magnetic beams,
sleep and the gift of ecstatic dreams,
who makes the bed where the poor and naked lie:
it?s the glory of the Gods, the mystic granary,
it?s the poor man?s purse, his ancient country,
it?s the doorway opening on an unknown sky!