The Excess of Black Bile


Can we stifle the old, the lingering Remorse,

That lives, quivers and writhes,

And feeds on us like the worm on the dead,

Like the grub on the oak?

Can we stifle implacable Remorse?


C. Baudelaire, The Irreperable,
trans. William Aggeler

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