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THE POEMS AND THE PROSE POEMS
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THE POEMS AND THE PROSE POEMS

TaschenbuchKartoniert, Paperback
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CHARLES BAUDELAIRETHE POEMS AND THE PROSE POEMSIntroduced by James Huneker. Edited by Jeremy Mark RobinsonCharles Baudelaire (1821-1867) was a celebrated 19th century French poet, author of the famous Flowers of Evil poetic sequence, first published in 1857. Baudelaire is a poet's poet par excellence, a brilliant craftsman who produced some of the finest poems in the French language. Baudelaire was known as a dandy who led a bohemian lifestyle; he knew many of the artists of the era (Manet, Nadar, Delacroix, and Gautier). Baudelaire's influence on subsequent poets and artists has been immense. This edition of Baudelaire's poems and prose poems is introduced by James Huneker. The book includes a second introduction to Baudelaire. With the French text of Baudelaire's poetry facing each poem. Illustrated. 284 pages. Paperback, with a full colour cover.www.crmoon.com
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ISBN/GTIN978-1-86171-902-7
ProduktartTaschenbuch
EinbandKartoniert, Paperback
Erscheinungsdatum29.01.2024
ReiheEuropean Writers
SpracheEnglisch
MasseBreite 156 mm, Höhe 234 mm, Dicke 15 mm
Gewicht436 g
Artikel-Nr.28351060
KatalogLibri
Datenquelle-Nr.A48540506
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