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Charles BAUDELAIRE ! (1821-1867)
The owls
Under the black yew trees that shelter them, the owls stand tidy, as well as foreign gods, Dardant their red eye. They meditate.
Without stirring they will stand until the melancholic hour when, pushing the oblique sun, the darkness will settle.
Their attitude to the wise teaches that in this world he must fear the tumult and the movement,
the man drunk with a passing shadow Always carries the punishment For having wanted to change places.
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