From “One O’ Clock In The Morning,” in Paris Spleen (Varèse translation, New Directions):
“At last! the tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and now there will be no one but myself to make me suffer.”
Of course no poet can be acidic all the time, not even Baudelaire.
From “The Stranger”:
“I love the clouds…the clouds that pass…up there…up there…the wonderful clouds!”
Wonderful clouds indeed!
s. d. stewart 
theinkbrain
/ April 25, 2012Camus has utterly and indelibly stained my mind with so many scenes from that book.
birds fly
/ April 25, 2012Stained is certainly an appropriate term for its effect!