Baudelaire: His Prose and Poetry
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Chapter 35 No.35

Deep in the tortuous folds of ancient towns,

Where all, even horror, to enchantment turns,

I watch, obedient to my fatal mood,

For the decrepit, strange and charming beings,

The dislocated monsters that of old

Were lovely women-Lais or Eponine!

Hunchbacked and broken, crooked though they be,

Let us still love them, for they sti

            
            

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