Charles Baudelaire: Wings in the way

“The poet is a kinsman in the clouds / Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day; / But on the ground, among the hooting crowds, / He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.”

—-Charles Baudelaire.

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