It seems as though an ever-waning light makes all objects glimmer more
and more, as though the excited flowers burn with a desire to rival the
blue of the sky by the vividness of their colours; as though the heat,
making visible, drives them in vapour towards their star.
and more, as though the excited flowers burn with a desire to rival the
blue of the sky by the vividness of their colours; as though the heat,
making visible, drives them in vapour towards their star.
Baudelaire - Poems and Prose Poems
