The Vampire: A Poem by Charles Baudelaire *

Translated from the French
by Lasha Darkmoon

LD:   In August 1857, less than two months after Charles Baudelaire published Les Fleurs du Mal (‘The Flowers of Evil’), a French court banned six poems from its contents: Lesbos, Femmes damnés, Le Léthé, À celle qui est trop gaie, Les Bijoux, and Les Métamorphoses du Vampire. The poem below, though it also featured an erotic vampire, was so well written that the censors decided not to ban it;  though it was thought that it might have a corrupting effect on susceptible young men— if not women with lesbian tendencies. The femme fatale described in the poem was Baudelaire’s mistress, Jeanne Duval, an actress and dancer of mixed French and black African ancestry. A sex addict who frequently visited brothels, Baudelaire was completely bewitched by her. Here is a sketch of this temptress by Baudelaire.  

The  Vampire


You, deadlier than a dagger thrust,
Who into my sick heart have come!
You, sleek and lethal in your lust,
Who like a thousand demons swarm

Into my mind, where you have found
Your bed of sin and your domain—
Bitch!
 vile bitch! to you I’m bound
As is the convict to his chain!

As is the gambler to his dice,
As is the drunkard to his bowl,
As is the carcase to its lice—
Incarnate bitch
bitch without soul!

I begged the knife to put an end
To all my pain . . . poison to pour
Its giddy death into my veins,
Yielding the peace I so longed for!

Alas! these two, they sneered at me,
Both poison and the knife so rude:
You have no right to be set free
From your accursèd servitude!

Fool! if somehow we could contrive
To free you from your wretched pain,
Your kisses would restore to life
Your Vampire’s rotting corpse again!”

16 thoughts to “The Vampire: A Poem by Charles Baudelaire *”

  1. Maybe on Halloween we’ll get a comment or even two comments who knows. The Baudelaire poem — and Lasha’s obsession with the Baudelaire poem — is very Halloween-ish so maybe Halloween will be the day we finally get a comment or two. Yep, that’ll be the day! 😀

  2. On this 20th Sunday after Pentecost, which is also The Feast Day of Saint Luke The Evangelist who tells us [ Luke 12:34 ] : “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” . We see where Lasha’s heart is, with succubi vampire women. Real inspiring stuff [ and real sexy TOO! ] 😉

  3. Dragool
    skull on a stick
    black candle wick
    draining her soul
    cant let go

    Dragool drinks deep
    legends red teethed
    burial chamber
    prayers bequeathed

    its all blood day
    dark kisses bite
    his ghastly bride
    waiting for night
    ****
    in a veiled world
    i am light like a feather
    disembodied
    lightening in a bottle
    everything here is alive with madness
    wild walls and chairs chatter
    like wise cracking gangsters
    always sporting for a fight

    blood tulips cry and sing
    rise and wither
    and rise again
    loop dancers move from rhythms of light
    there are many kingdoms here

    in a broken terrain of night
    an obsidian ash sky howls
    and we are shut in
    to a starless and opaque sky
    behind an impassable slate black gate
    the ground a curse
    all teeth and rocks
    bones and weeping flesh

    vampires live here
    like clans
    all blood porphyria
    their mouths a beautiful rust
    a tempting visage
    half seduction, half terror

    needled fingered hematologists
    prepare our dinner

    her name
    Mercy
    all body candy
    tattooed with a snake anus
    her clitoris pierced
    with rose paved sparkles
    and nipples
    stabbed with bat shaped studs

    nurses sharpen knives
    while quack doctors
    tend to
    little plastic dolls
    blood bathers
    with crossed femurs
    in hospitals beds

    she
    a naked lunch
    sumptuous
    and willing betrothal
    in a pearl satin gown
    black lips glossed
    hair red and purple
    thighs and belly trussed

    nipples scorched and punctured
    from incensed flames, teeth and ravaging kisses
    eaten with panicked jaws
    her cunt torrid
    a gushing river banquet
    of blood black jam
    chained and strapped
    legs stirrup wide
    feet silky glisten
    for tongues and kisses

    a candle light ritual
    as she is copulated
    by both sexes
    and fed upon

    Mercy
    laughing like a loon
    screaming
    eat the feast
    you lovely beasts

    and half devoured
    emerges
    a blood perfume delirium
    she all
    writhing wet mouth drools
    saliva like diamonds and pomegranates
    back arched
    withered from a blistering frenzy
    her eyes a white glaring tempest
    gone vacant
    her mouth like licorice slur
    gaping
    frozen in a ghastly shriek
    her belly nectar
    oozing
    as the very last of her
    a rattled blood moon
    surrendered
    her remains
    a crimson splat
    in a wasting lament

    matted hair
    warm languishing mucous
    scattered teeth
    and a single smoldering
    finger still  in flames
    on a worn blood stained porcelain buffet

    wolfed down
    in the
    house
    of
    Dragool
    ****
    dark cupid witch
    legs tied to throat
    devil cocks twitch
    nipples in a mote
    ive got the itch
    feet scorched in rope
    hot fucking bitch
    hells dark pope

    vampiress whore
    dark girl feeding
    the sun is no more
    loves the bleeding

  4. in a veiled world
    i am light like a feather
    disembodied
    lightening in a bottle
    everything here is alive with madness
    wild walls and chairs chatter
    like wise cracking gangsters
    always sporting for a fight

    blood tulips cry and sing
    rise and wither
    and rise again
    loop dancers move from rhythms of light
    there are many kingdoms here

    in a broken terrain of night
    an obsidian ash sky howls
    and we are shut in
    to a starless and opaque sky
    behind an impassable slate black gate
    the ground a curse
    all teeth and rocks
    bones and weeping flesh

    vampires live here
    like clans
    all blood porphyria
    their mouths a beautiful rust
    a tempting visage
    half seduction, half terror

    needled fingered hematologists
    prepare our dinner

    her name
    Mercy
    all body candy
    tattooed with a snake anus
    her clitoris pierced
    with rose paved sparkles
    and nipples
    stabbed with bat shaped studs

    nurses sharpen knives
    while quack doctors
    tend to
    little plastic dolls
    blood bathers
    with crossed femurs
    in hospitals beds

    she
    a naked lunch
    sumptuous
    and willing betrothal
    in a pearl satin gown
    black lips glossed
    hair red and purple
    thighs and belly trussed

    nipples scorched and punctured
    from incensed flames, teeth and ravaging kisses
    eaten with panicked jaws
    her cunt torrid
    a gushing river banquet
    of blood black jam
    chained and strapped
    legs stirrup wide
    feet silky glisten
    for tongues and kisses

    a candle light ritual
    as she is copulated
    by both sexes
    and fed upon

    Mercy
    laughing like a loon
    screaming
    eat the feast
    you lovely beasts

    and half devoured
    emerges
    a blood perfume delirium
    she all
    writhing wet mouth drools
    saliva like diamonds and pomegranates
    back arched
    withered from a blistering frenzy
    her eyes a white glaring tempest
    gone vacant
    her mouth like licorice slur
    gaping
    frozen in a ghastly shriek
    her belly nectar
    oozing
    as the very last of her
    a rattled blood moon
    surrendered
    her remains
    a crimson splat
    in a wasting lament

    matted hair
    warm languishing mucous
    scattered teeth
    and a single smoldering
    finger still  in flames
    on a worn blood stained porcelain buffet

    wolfed down
    in the
    house
    of
    Dragool

    skull on a stick
    black candle wick
    draining her soul
    cant let go

    Dragool drinks deep
    legends red teethed
    burial chamber
    prayers bequeathed

    its all blood day
    dark kisses bite
    his ghastly bride
    waiting for night

    1. Hmmm . . . Talk about ‘Invasion of the Zombies’!
      We now have a mad Gothic poet from Yaldabaoth on the DM site! 🙂

      1. Yes …I sent you another but I’m predisposed to using shall we say colorful language and I guess it got clipped out…Well perhaps you wouldn’t approve either While I’m not a fan of epithets I’m not a big fan of censorship either

        no
        no sanitized spiel
        about fragrant gardens
        redwoods
        azure blues
        the lassitude of angels
        and the secret seas keep

        my poems
        depravities

        a slave’s heart
        vaulted thighs
        eating a raw mouth
        in a cathedral of tongues

      2. @ Zebra Black

        Gosh, what awfully pretentious poetry you write! 🙂

        An American Satanist with delusions of grandeur, doing his best to sound like a mishmash of Aleister Crowley, Alan Ginsberg, and Charles Manson on steroids! 🙂

        Give me “fragrant gardens” and “secret seas” any day! You can keep your “rosy clitoreses” and “steaming cunts” to yourself! (Phrases culled from your repertoire of depravity). You’ve obviously never heard of Hamlet’s “Give me an ounce of civet, sweet apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.”

        The advantages of a clean mind are obviously lost on you.

        Too bad! 🙂

      3. Anyway, good luck to you, sad wanker! 🙂

        May you find the damnation you so romantically long for among the “vaulterd thighs”, “raw mouths”, and “cathedral of tongue” you invoke so platitudinously in your pretentious “poetry”! Only an American loony fringe satanist of mediocre intelligence would complain about being “censored” when his masturbatory verse — even though published on this extremely tolerant website — meets with the contempt it deserves.

        If you’d had the intelligence to check out this site’s “Comment Policy and General Guidelines”, you could have spared yourself a lot of trouble. See Item #12 here:

        # 12. All anti-Christian comments disrespecting the person of Jesus Christ and mocking the New Testament will be regarded as an attack on the cherished values of our Christian ancestors. All such comments will be deleted at once. If you you happen to be a Satanist, pedophile, potential serial killer, or aficionado of sexual perversion in general, please stay away from our site. Find some other online forum that caters to your degenerate tastes and leave us in peace at the Darkmoon site. If this is “censorship”, so be it.

        https://www.darkmoon.me/comment-policy-and-general-guidelines/

      4. @ Sardonicus, re Zebra Black

        The type of verse “Zebra Black” writes is the type of pretentious “free verse” that is in fashion nowadays and which almost anyone can write who can turn out reasonable prose. Known derogatively as “chopped up prose”, it dispenses arrogantly with the discipline of rhyme and meter (prosody) and in the process sacrifices musicality.

        95% of free verse is pretentious garbage. Anyone, literally anyone, including the school dunce and the village idiot, can write “free verse” and then call themselves a “poet”. Even punctuation is dispensed with, so if you don’t have a clue where to put your commas and full stops, free verse is just the thing for you!

        The 5% of genuinely talented poets who write excellent free verse are also adepts of “formal verse”, i.e. they have cut their teeth on prosodic verse using rhyme and meter. Good examples are TS Eliot and WH Auden, among the talented poets of the 20th century. They could write superbly in BOTH forms: formal rhyme-and-meter verse AND “free verse”. (With the former being much harder to write and bearing a close affinity to music and mathematics).

        To give “Zebra Black” his due, his verse does show other influences apart from Aleister Crowley and Alan Ginsberg. He has all the self-important arrogance you find in another sex-crazed “prophet” of the 20th century: DH Lawrence. Author of that overrated and incredibly tedious tome “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”.

        I’m willing to bet Zebra Black is a fan of DH Lawrence.

      5. The thing about Lawrence is this: if his novel (“Lady Chatterley’s Lover”) hadn’t been banned, he wouldn’t be half as famous as he is today. Being banned is extremely good for sales! It makes one a notoriety.

        One’s books then sell like hot cakes.

        James Joyce was banned. Result? He became a famous writer! Being banned was a godsend to this sexual perv. Ever tried reading “Ulysses” or the gibberish novel “Finnegan’s Wake”? You’d have to be either an academic or stark raving bonkers to read “Finnegan’s Wake”. Totally unreadable gibberish posing as incredibly meaningful existential commentary on the universe! Pseud’s Corner for the Earnest Intelligentsia.

        Another unbelievably boring and pretentious book is Salman Rushdie’s “The Satanic Verses.” Yawn, yawn! And then along comes the Ayatollah Khomenei of Iran and makes a fatwa, offering a $1 million scalp bonus to anyone who killed Rushdie for insulting the Prophet Mohammad, and bingo! — Rushdie leaps to fame and fortune and becomes the toast of New York and the Manhattan partygoer circle!

        This has nothing to do with “Zebra Black” of course, though they all have one thing in common: a burning desire to epater le bourgeois (‘shock the respectable middle classes’) as a way of achieving notoriety and fame.

  5. I can’t wait for ADMIN to feature Lasha’s Christmas Season 2020 death poetry! I’m sure it will be very inspiring! That’s what Christmas is all about, suicide, death, morbidity, cadavers, decay, decomposition, despair! 💀

    1. I am deeply gratified that you have censored my comments as it reinforcers and amplifies your perpetual disdain for freedom of ideas and speech, of course always intolerable to bullies liars and control freaks. You only expose your cult for what it is… a shaky faith unable to withstand the rigors of reality rooted in your incredibly ignorant deluded phantasmagoria. If you understood anything about spirit you would know it is completely beyond the fragmented ideations of man. Faith is unstable because doubt gnaws at it.

      You pray but you dont no how to listen.

      1. @ Zebra Black

        “You pray but you dont no how to listen.”

        You don’t KNOW how to listen, not “NO how to listen”. 🙂

        Actually, I am deeply gratified that Admin is NOT “censoring” your pretentious and hate-filled ravings and letting you make a fool of yourself on this website.. For you benefit, Mr Perv Pants, allow me to draw your attention to Admin’s admirable policy in regard to compulsive wankers like you.

        Listen up carefully:

        “If you you happen to be a Satanist, pedophile, potential serial killer, or aficionado of sexual perversion in general, please stay away from our site. Find some other online forum that caters to your degenerate tastes and leave us in peace at the Darkmoon site. If this is “censorship”, so be it.”

        https://www.darkmoon.me/comment-policy-and-general-guidelines/

        I reckon you must have a pretty low IQ not to get the message loud and clear. Why do you think there are Mpderators on every single website? It is to ensure QUALITY CONTROL and delete all substandard TRASH COMMENTS like yours.

        Do you really think “free speech” means you can gatecrash your way onto this pro-Christian website and sing the praises of compulsive masturbation, fucking corpses in graveyards, and raping babies on satanic altars? Your demand for “free speech” is a bit like a leper demanding the right to wander the corridors of a hospital and infect all the patients there.

        You belong in a leper colony, sir. Not on this website.

      2. @ ADMIN

        Thank you for NOT censoring this loonie.
        If I am not incorrect, the name “Zebra Black” indicates . . .

        (ADMIN: The rest of this comment has been deleted at MB’s request.)

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