„Who of us,“ says Baudelaire in his dedicatory preface, „has not dreamed, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and without rhyme, subtle and staccato enough to follow the lyric motions of the soul, the wavering outlines of meditation, the sudden starts of the conscience?“

Auszug aus: Charles Baudelaire. „Poems in Prose.“ iBooks.