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