如果他是个比较热情的人,无疑他会感到一切都要容易一些:生活,爱情,诗歌。但是他生性缺少热情。反正诗歌不是用热情写出来的。波德莱尔并不热情。不错,确实,当需要的时候需要的是炽热——炽热的生活,炽热的爱情——但不是热情。他也能够表现炽热,他还没有停止相信这一点。但是现在,无定期的现在,他是冷冰冰的:冷冰冰的,封冻了的。而这种缺乏热度、缺乏热情的结果是什么?结果是在一个星期日的下午,他独自坐在伯克郡乡间深处一所房子楼上 If he is a more enthusiastic person, no doubt he will feel everything is easier: life, love, poetry. But he lacked enthusiasm for nature. Anyway, poetry is not written with passion. Baudelaire is not enthusiastic. Yes, indeed, what is needed when it is needed is hot-hot life, glowing love-but not passion. He is also able to show his passion, he has not stopped believing it. But now, indefinitely, he is cold: cold, frozen. And what about the lack of enthusiasm and lack of enthusiasm? The result was a Sunday afternoon, sitting alone in a house upstairs in the Berkshire countryside