"Thus the delight and curiosity of Keith Waldrop's new translation. It's close to plain prose: 'versets, ' he calls them, paragraphs divided where Baudelaire's stanza's break. It's by no means the first prose translation, but it's the most charming: I don't recall another version, verse or prose, that slips so easily into the comradely 'we.'"–The New York Times Book Review
"Waldrop's translations soar...perhaps getting closer to Baudelaire's rich tone than any other English translation."–Chicago Review
"Thus the delight and curiosity of Keith Waldrop's new translation. It's close to plain prose: 'versets, ' he calls them, paragraphs divided where Baudelaire's stanza's break. It's by no means the first prose translation, but it's the most charming: I don't recall another version, verse or prose, that slips so easily into the comradely 'we.'"–The New York Times Book Review
"The task of the translator...is to reconcile the strengths of the poet with his new surroundings, setting him in flight with wings that do not impede his walk. In part from the landing on versets, but more particularly from his deftness in English and the depth of his understanding of Baudelaire, Keith Waldrop has created a Flowers of Evil that, one gesture, can come to terms with the new needs of poetry readers in English and the foreignness of the language of Les Fleurs du mal."–Rain Taxi
