(“Baudelaire,” La Vie Anterieure, A Former Life)
(Once on a time I lived in might vaults
which ocean suns stained with a thousand gleams;
their straight majestic columns made them seem
as evening deep grottoes of basalt.
The billows, tossing images of skies,
mingled in a solemn mystic mode
their music’s powerful harmonies which glowed
with their sunset hues reflected to my eyes.
And there I dwelt among voluptuous calms,
in the midst of azure, splendor, and the waves,
and the heavy perfumes of the naked slaves
who cooled my forehead with slow fronds of palm,
and whose only duty was to seek
the hidden sorrows that had made me sick.)
(“Baudelaire,” La Vie Anterieure, A Former Life)
An attempt at a philosophical evaluation of the hallucinogenic drug experience.
By PH.D. Eugene Seaich
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