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One of my favorites by Baudelaire. A heart like mine will not be satisfied With those vignette-style lovelies, weatherworn- Fingers in castanets, feel tightly tied In buskin-boots-of worthless century born. I leave to Gavarni's anemic brush His cooing flock of hospice belles- wan, weak: I find among those roses' pallid blush No bloom to match that red ideal I seek. My chasm-heart needs Aeschyl…