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Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart
your roaring wakens the same agony
as in cathedrals when the organ moans
and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

Ocean, I hate you! For I recognize
the sobs and insults of my own despair,
the bitter laughter of a beaten man
repeated in the sea’s huge gaiety.

Night! You’d please me even more without these stars
which speak a language I know all too well –
I long for darkness, silence,
nothing there. . .

Yet even shadows have their shapes which live
where I imagine them to be,
the hordes of vanished souls
whose eyes acknowledge mine.

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Wiersz OBSESSION - Charles Baudelaire