Ingvild S siterer The Flowers of Evil (Oxford World's Classics) av Charles Baudelaire
10:49, 18. september 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Folly, depravity, greed, mortal sin
Invade our souls and rack our flesh; we feed
Our gentle guilt, gracious regrets, that breed
Like vermin glutting on foul beggars' skin.
Our sins are stubborn; our repentance, faint.
We take a handsome price for our confession,
Happy once more to wallow in transgression,
Thinking vile tears will cleanse us of all taint.
Sist sett
