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Les Fleurs du mal

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A Book That Got Its Author Arrested

In 1857, a thin volume of poetry landed its author in court. Charles Baudelaire, a Parisian dandy with expensive tastes and perpetual money troubles, had just published what he called Les Fleurs du mal—The Flowers of Evil. The French government was not amused.

Six poems were deemed so offensive to public decency that they were immediately banned. Baudelaire was slapped with a 300-franc fine. The censored verses wouldn't legally circulate in France for nearly a century, until 1949.

What could possibly be so dangerous about poetry?

The Uncomfortable Mirror

Baudelaire's crime was telling the truth about human nature—specifically, the parts we prefer to ignore. His poems didn't celebrate virtue or sing of noble love. Instead, they dove headfirst into decadence, eroticism, suffering, and that peculiar modern ailment he called ennui: a bone-deep boredom that makes the soul restless for any sensation, even destructive ones.

The book opens with a poem addressed directly to the reader, and its final lines became famous: "Hypocrite reader, my likeness, my brother!" Baudelaire wasn't pointing fingers from some moral high ground. He was confessing, and dragging us down with him.

In his preface, he identifies boredom as worse than all the dramatic sins—worse than violence, worse than poison, worse than fire. These horrors at least require boldness. Boredom, he suggests, is the quiet evil that dreams of destruction while lazily smoking a hookah, too apathetic to act on its dark fantasies. This spiritual lethargy was, for Baudelaire, the defining sickness of modern life.

The Architecture of Evil

Baudelaire organized his flowers into six carefully arranged bouquets. The structure itself tells a story.

The first section, "Spleen and Ideal," sets up the central tension of the entire work. Spleen—a word borrowed from English that the French used to describe a kind of melancholic disgust with existence—battles against the longing for something transcendent, some ideal that always remains just out of reach. This push and pull between self-loathing and aspiration runs through everything Baudelaire wrote.

"Parisian Scenes" came later, added in the second edition of 1861. These eighteen poems function as a complete cycle through a day in Paris, from sun to twilight. But this isn't the romantic Paris of travel posters. Baudelaire was writing during Baron Haussmann's massive renovation of the city, when medieval neighborhoods were being demolished to create the wide boulevards we know today.

The poet mourned what was being lost. His heroes weren't the prosperous bourgeoisie who would populate these new geometric streets. They were the beggars, the blind, the gamblers, the prostitutes, the industrial workers—people being pushed to the margins of a city that no longer had room for them. Where once Paris had been a place of infinite variety, Baudelaire saw it becoming an anthill of identical citizens living in identical buildings.

The remaining sections—Wine, Flowers of Evil, Revolt, and Death—trace a descent through various forms of escape and oblivion. Wine offers temporary relief. The flowers of evil themselves represent the dark seductions of sin. Revolt challenges God and conventional morality. Death waits at the end, perhaps as punishment, perhaps as release.

The Dedication and What It Reveals

Baudelaire dedicated his scandalous book to Théophile Gautier, calling him "the perfect magician of French letters." This wasn't just flattery between friends. Gautier was a champion of "art for art's sake," the idea that beauty needed no moral justification. A poem didn't have to teach a lesson or improve the reader. It simply had to be beautiful.

This sounds unremarkable now, but in mid-nineteenth-century France, it was fighting words. The dominant literary establishment believed art should uplift, educate, and reinforce social values. Baudelaire and his circle thought this was nonsense. Beauty could be found in the gutter as easily as in the cathedral. A prostitute could inspire poetry as sublime as a madonna.

The dedication was a flag planted in enemy territory.

Victor Hugo's Shudder

Not everyone was scandalized. Victor Hugo, then the most famous writer in France and arguably the world, read Baudelaire's poem "The Swan" and declared that its author had created "un nouveau frisson"—a new shudder, a new thrill in literature.

Hugo knew what he was talking about. He had spent decades pushing the boundaries of French poetry himself. But even he recognized that Baudelaire had found something genuinely new: a way of writing about beauty that included ugliness, a way of writing about the soul that included the body's hungers, a way of writing about Paris that included its outcasts and shadows.

This "new shudder" would echo through decades of literature to come.

The Poems That Caused All the Trouble

The six banned poems dealt with themes the censors found unforgivable. "Lesbos" and "Femmes damnées" (Damned Women) explored female same-sex desire. "The Jewels" contained explicit imagery. "To Her Who Is Too Joyful" mixed violence with eroticism. "The Vampire's Metamorphoses" transformed a seductress into something monstrous.

These poems were eventually published in Belgium, in a small volume cheekily titled Les Épaves—which translates roughly to "Wreckage" or "Jetsam," as if these were pieces salvaged from a shipwreck. Belgian publishers had less restrictive laws, and Paris wasn't the only city with printing presses.

The exile of these poems created an odd literary situation. For decades, readers of the complete Fleurs du mal had to seek out contraband editions. The official French text had gaps like missing teeth. Only in 1949—the same year George Orwell published 1984—did France finally allow Baudelaire's complete vision to circulate legally.

The Albatross and the Poet's Condition

Among the poems added in the 1861 second edition was "The Albatross," which became one of Baudelaire's most studied works. Its premise is simple but devastating.

Sailors on a ship capture an albatross, that magnificent seabird with its enormous wingspan. In the air, the bird is grace itself, riding the winds with effortless majesty. On deck, surrounded by laughing sailors who torment it for sport, the same creature becomes pathetic. Its huge wings, which made it lord of the sky, now drag uselessly on the planks, tripping it as it tries to walk.

The poet, Baudelaire writes, is like that albatross. His mind soars in realms of beauty and imagination. But placed in ordinary society, among ordinary people with ordinary concerns, his very gifts become handicaps. What makes him magnificent in his proper element makes him ridiculous everywhere else.

It's a Romantic image—the artist as misunderstood genius—but Baudelaire adds something darker. There's no rescue coming. The albatross doesn't escape and return to the sky. The poet doesn't find an audience that appreciates him. The condition is permanent.

A Posthumous Third Act

Baudelaire died in 1867, at fifty-six, after suffering a debilitating stroke that left him unable to speak for the last year of his life. He had spent his final decades in poverty, addicted to laudanum (a popular opiate of the era), suffering from syphilis, and watching his literary reputation slowly grow even as his body failed.

The following year, a third edition of Les Fleurs du mal appeared, with a preface by Théophile Gautier—the same friend to whom the book had been dedicated. This edition included fourteen previously unpublished poems, the last flowers Baudelaire had cultivated before his collapse.

Gautier's preface served as both tribute and explanation. He attempted to make the case for Baudelaire's genius to readers who still associated the name with scandal. The very controversies that had plagued the poet in life, Gautier suggested, were signs of his importance. You don't prosecute poets who don't matter.

The Children of Baudelaire

Three younger poets, in particular, took Baudelaire as their master and pushed his innovations further. Paul Verlaine, Arthur Rimbaud, and Stéphane Mallarmé each developed aspects of what Baudelaire had begun.

Verlaine absorbed the musicality, the way Baudelaire could make French verse sing in new rhythms. He became the poet of nuance and suggestion, of emotions too delicate for direct statement.

Rimbaud, still a teenager when he devoured Les Fleurs du mal, took the idea of the poet as outcast to its extreme. He would attempt a systematic "derangement of all the senses," using drugs, sleeplessness, and deliberate violation of every social norm to break through to visions unavailable to the respectable mind. He burned out spectacularly, abandoning poetry entirely at nineteen and spending the rest of his short life as a trader in Africa.

Mallarmé pursued the formal innovations, pushing French poetry toward ever greater abstraction until his late work became famously difficult, more like music or pure pattern than conventional verse.

Together, these poets and others formed what became known as the Symbolist movement, which influenced not just literature but painting and music throughout Europe. The Pre-Raphaelites in England, the Decadents across the continent, the early Modernists of the twentieth century—all of them could trace their lineage back to that dangerous little book from 1857.

The Long Shadow

Baudelaire's influence spread far beyond French poetry. T.S. Eliot, the Anglo-American poet whose 1922 "The Waste Land" is often considered the defining poem of literary Modernism, openly borrowed from Les Fleurs du mal. His poem quotes directly from Baudelaire's preface: "You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!" By keeping the French untranslated, Eliot acknowledged that some accusations don't need translation. We all understand the charge of hypocrisy.

Composers found the poems irresistible. Alban Berg, the Austrian modernist, set three of the wine poems to music in 1929. Henri Dutilleux titled his 1970 cello concerto after a phrase from one of the poems. Dozens of other musicians, from nineteenth-century art song composers to twentieth-century rock bands, have returned to this well.

Filmmakers have been drawn to the book's atmosphere and themes. Jean-Luc Godard's 1965 film "Pierrot le Fou" includes a scene where a character discusses a movie project titled "The Flowers of Evil" with the actual Hollywood director Samuel Fuller. The reference signals intellectual pretension and genuine artistic ambition simultaneously—very Baudelairean.

Perhaps most surprisingly, a 2009 Japanese manga took its title from the book. Aku no Hana—the Japanese rendering of the French title—tells the story of a teenage boy obsessed with Baudelaire's poetry and the adult transgressions it represents. The manga was adapted into an anime series in 2013, introducing a new generation of Japanese readers to a French poet who had been dead for a century and a half.

Translations and Transformations

For non-French readers, the question of translation is crucial. Poetry resists translation more than any other form—so much of its power lies in sound, rhythm, and the particular associations of words in their original language. Baudelaire's French has been rendered into English more than a dozen times, each translator making different choices about what to preserve and what to sacrifice.

Cyril Scott's 1909 translation, the first complete English version, appeared while Baudelaire was still within living memory. Edna St. Vincent Millay, herself a celebrated American poet, collaborated on a 1936 translation. Richard Howard's 1982 bilingual edition allowed readers to compare the English with the original. Keith Waldrop's 2006 version brought contemporary poetic sensibilities to bear on the nineteenth-century text.

New translations continue to appear. The most recent, by Nathan Brown for Verso Books, is scheduled for 2025. Each generation seems to need its own Baudelaire, as if the flowers require fresh soil to bloom again.

A Record for the Stars

In 1977, NASA launched the Voyager spacecraft on a journey that would eventually carry them beyond our solar system. Attached to each probe was a golden record containing sounds and images meant to represent humanity to any extraterrestrial intelligence that might someday find them.

Among the music, the greetings in fifty-five languages, the sounds of wind and surf and heartbeats, there were also spoken words. And among those words, read aloud by France's representative to the United Nations, were the opening stanzas of Baudelaire's poem "Élévation"—a poem about the soul rising above earthly concerns to find truth and clarity in higher realms.

It's a strange fate for a poet who was prosecuted for immorality. But perhaps fitting. Baudelaire always believed that beauty could be found in unexpected places, that the despised and rejected held truths the respectable preferred to ignore. Now his words travel through interstellar space, flowers of evil scattered among the stars, waiting for some distant reader to find them and shudder.