Tuesday Poem: Star, Clock

A bit of translated Baudelaire for my last full day in Paris. I'm not messing around with photos today. I must get outside! And be drunk on Paris loveliness! Enivrez-Vous (Be Drunk):

One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters; that’s our one imperative need. So as not to feel time’s horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without ceasing. But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose. But get drunk. And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you wake and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, everything that speaks, ask what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, and the clock, they will all reply: “It is time to get drunk! So that you may not be the martyred slaves of time, get drunk. Get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!”