His mother would claim
she knew he was a poet
right from the start.
'That is why I hate you,
not the tedium of motherhood.'
That might be true,
since whatever she did
to disillusion him
and make him fit
to live in a world of bored mothers
didn't work.
When even those he liked
treated him horribly
for his happiness,
he distinguished suffering
over the pride of man.
douglas scotney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-xxvii-baudelaire/
