Analyzing beautiful words:
• Spleen
- boredom
- melancony, existential tedium, “ennui”
- characterizes the decaying and romantic inner life
-> sensation of diversity and extraneity that come from being in a overwhelming and mortifying reality
-> Spleen, by Baudelaire
When the low, heavy sky weighs like a lid
On the groaning spirit, victim of long ennui,
And from the all-encircling horizon
Spreads over us a day gloomier than the night;
When the earth is changed into a humid dungeon,
In which Hope like a bat
Goes beating the walls with her timid wings
And knocking her head against the rotten ceiling;
When the rain stretching out its endless train
Imitates the bars of a vast prison
And a silent horde of loathsome spiders
Comes to spin their webs in the depths of our brains,
All at once the bells leap with rage
And hurl a frightful roar at heaven,
Even as wandering spirits with no country
Burst into a stubborn, whimpering cry.
— And without drums or music, long hearses
Pass by slowly in my soul; Hope, vanquished,
Weeps, and atrocious, despotic Anguish
On my bowed skull plants her black flag.
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WHEN THE LOW, HEAVY SKY WEIGHS LIKE A LID
ON THE GROANING SPIRIT, VICTIM OF LONG ENNUI,
AND FROM THE ALL-ENCIRCLING HORIZON
SPREADS OVER US A DAY GLOOMIER THAN THE NIGHT;
WHEN THE EARTH IS CHANGED INTO A HUMID DUNGEON,
IN WHICH HOPE LIKE A BAT
GOES BEATING THE WALLS WITH HER TIMID WINGS
AND KNOCKING HER HEAD AGAINST THE ROTTEN CEILING.
WHEN THE RAIN STRETCHING OUT ITS ENDLESS TRAIN
IMITATES THE BARS OF A VAST PRISON
AND A SILENT HORDE OF LOATHSOME SPIDERS
COMES TO SPIN THEIR WEBS IN THE DEPTHS OF OUR BRAINS,
ALL AT ONCE THE BELLS LEAP WITH RAGE
AND HURL A FRIGHTFUL ROAR AT HEAVEN,
EVEN AS WANDERING SPIRITS WITH NO COUNTRY
BURST INTO A STUBBORN, WHIMPERING CRY.
AND WITHOUT DRUMS OR MUSIC, LONG HEARSES
PASS BY SLOWLY IN MY SOUL; HOPE, VANQUISHED,
WEEPS, AND ATROCIOUS, DESPOTIC ANGUISH
ON MY BOWED SKULL PLANTS HER BLACK FLAG.
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