How Do You Put A Bedskirt On A Sleigh Bed?

Spleen - Charles Baudelaire

 

Quando il cielo pesa grave e basso come un coperchio
Sullo spirito gemente in preda a lunghi affanni,
E versa abbracciando l'intero giro dell'orizzonte
Una luce diurna più triste della night

When the earth is turned into a damp prison, like a bat
Where Hope
beats against the walls with her timid wing
hits his head on the ceilings rotting;

When the rain stretching its immense strips
Imitates the bars of a prison
And a big dumb people of infamous spiders Curtains
the nets at the bottom of our brains,

Suddenly the bells banging furiously
dashed back to the sky a Such a horrible scream
spirits wandering homeless
What you bring to moan stubborn

And long funeral without bands, drums
they parade slowly losing my soul; Hope
cries and the terrible anguish despotic
plant on my head bent over his black banner.