I recently read Charles Baudelaire’s (1821-1867) “Possession.” During his life Baudelaire was reviled for the depravity of his work and convicted on charges of obscenity. He’s now considered one of the great poets of the 19th century.
“Possession” is one of those poems that is easy to understand the main thrust of, but requires several readings and some thought to appreciate the subtleties of the imagery. It can be interpreted as a declaration of the poet’s obsession, but it can also be read as a tribute to the complete acceptance of love (although lust factors in there as well).
Anything goes: sullen or submissive,/be what you will, black night, red dawn–/each nerve of my trembling body cries:/’Dear Demon with this I thee worship!’