The whole life of Charles Baudelaire consisted of continuous inconsistencies. His father was thirty-odd years older than his mother. Charles himself, who had been searching for and demanding love from the people around him all his life, could not give love even to his own mother. Subsequently, Baudelaire wrote: “As a child, I had two conflicting feelings in my heart: the horror of life and the delight of life.” This duality, obviously, became the hallmark of his poetry, filled with contrasts and oxymorons. Even the name of the collection, Flowers of Evil, which brought Bodler worldwide fame, is nothing but an oxymoron – a technique that combines incompatible concepts.
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