charles baudelaire

A vile yellow fog flooded the world entire. I followed through, steeling myself as a hero might dare, Warring with my already-wearied soul. That foul street shook with the passing of filth-carts. And soon, an elderly man whose tattered, yellowed robes Were of the same hue as the rainy twilit sky, Whose face would have … Continue reading

A vile yellow fog flooded the world entire. I followed through, steeling myself as a hero might dare, Warring with my already-wearied soul. That foul street shook with the passing of filth-carts. And soon, an elderly man whose tattered, yellowed robes Were of the same hue as the rainy twilit sky, Whose face would have … Continue reading

A vile yellow fog flooded the world entire. I followed through, steeling myself as a hero might dare, Warring with my already-wearied soul. That foul street shook with the passing of filth-carts. And soon, an elderly man whose tattered, yellowed robes Were of the same hue as the rainy twilit sky, Whose face would have … Continue reading

A vile yellow fog flooded the world entire. I followed through, steeling myself as a hero might dare, Warring with my already-wearied soul. That foul street shook with the passing of filth-carts. And soon, an elderly man whose tattered, yellowed robes Were of the same hue as the rainy twilit sky, Whose face would have … Continue reading

A vile yellow fog flooded the world entire. I followed through, steeling myself as a hero might dare, Warring with my already-wearied soul. That foul street shook with the passing of filth-carts. And soon, an elderly man whose tattered, yellowed robes Were of the same hue as the rainy twilit sky, Whose face would have … Continue reading