French Poet Charles Baudelaire died of a stroke on this day in 1867. He is buried in Paris, France.
If you’ve not read Baudelaire’s work and you like cynical, deeply moving, dramatic, dark and sensually lyrical poetry with a dash of melancholy thrown in for good measure; then Baudelaire is…
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