The pursuit of perfection

If the truth is in wine, it is also in poetry.
Baudelaire offers us the clearest evidence throughout his masterpieces (The Flowers of Evil, the Spleen de Paris, Artificial Paradises, rockets ...), in verse as in prose.

"Exiled on the ground amid the boos
His giant wings prevent him from walking "...

Who would not see an autobiographical sign for this marginal and gravedigger of "morality"?
The Pleiades offers his first volume of such quality, such a wealth and ensure accuracy, which honor the last of the classic and the first modern ...
What about this poetic verve rarely equaled, if not it is the pursuit of perfection, in the noblest and purest sense of the term?
Yes, Baudelaire and his allegorical style steeped in classicism offers us the strictest and most rigorous definition of artistic perfection.