The Pipe

By devils5inc | The Beginning | 21 Sep 2020

I am a writer's pipe; you see

    In looking at my dusky face,
    Complexion of the Kaffir race,
    My master makes good use of me.

    When he is full of grief and gloom
    I smoke as if I were a shack
    With supper stewing in the back
    To feed the ploughman coming home.

    I cradle and enwrap his soul
    Within the blue and moving net
    That from my fiery mouth uncoils,

    And is healing balm the rolls
    To charm his weary heart, and let
    His spirit rest from heavy toils.

-Charles Baudelaire

April 9, 1821 - August 31, 1867

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