Magnificent Aloysius, Baudelaire awarding the "impeccable poet" to Gautier, than he also gave it to Michael, who, one of the few among the French, was able to cultivate this vein visionary who was the genius of Novalis, Hoffmann, Keats. The poetry of Aloysius is even more rare and valuable, not content to draw inspiration from the hallucinatory visions of the dream, the poet was able to give it that unique shape that the resonances grows, weaving an echo of thematic networks which bring the obsession with aesthetic principle and gives the nobility of the Lost Souls preferred to have the madness to the flatness of a prosaic newspaper. The Fathers of the Church.
night, my room is full of devils
"Oh! earth, - I whispered to the night, is a fragrant cup which the pistil and stamens are the moon and stars! "And
, eyes heavy with sleep, I closed the window qu'incrusta Calvary's cross, black in the yellow halo of stained glass.
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again - if it was midnight - the time emblazoned with dragons and devils ! - The gnome that gets drunk oil in my lamp! If it was the nurse that rocks with a monotonous chant, in the armor of my father, a baby born dead!
If it was only the skeleton of the foot-soldier jailed in the woodwork, and striking the forehead, elbow and knee!
If it was my grandfather who falls off of its frame rotting, and hardening his gauntlet in the holy water stoup!
But Scarbo that bites me in the neck, and, to cauterize my wound bleeding, plunges his finger at the red-hot iron founaise.
Gaspard de la Nuit, 1842.
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Ill. Aloysius Bertrand
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