Let me one day paint such a vivid picture of my February feelings in words! Spleen, by Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)From https://poets.org/poem/spleen (I) February, peeved at Paris, poursa gloomy torrent on the pale lesseesof the graveyard next door and a mortal chillon tenants of the foggy suburbs too. The tiles afford no comfort to my catthatContinue reading “February according to Baudelaire”