Biography of Paul Verlaine
Paul-Marie Verlaine (30 March 1844 – 8 January 1896) was a French poet associated with the Symbolist movement. He is considered one of the greatest representatives of the fin de siècle in international and French poetry.
Born in Metz, he was educated at the Lycée impérial Bonaparte (now the Lycée Condorcet) in Paris and then took up a post in the civil service. He began writing poetry at an early age, and was initially influenced by the Parnassien movement and its leader, Leconte de Lisle. Verlaine's first published poem was published in 1863 in La Revue du progrès, a publication founded by poet Louis-Xavier de Ricard. Verlaine was a frequenter of the salon of the Marquise de Ricard at 10 Boulevard des Batignolles and other social venues, where he rubbed shoulders with prominent artistic figures of the day: Anatole France; Emmanuel Chabrier; inventor-poet and humorist Charles Cros; the cynical anti-bourgeois idealist Villiers de l'Isle-Adam; Theodore de Banville; François Coppée; Jose-Maria de Heredia; Leconte de Lisle; Catulle Mendes, and others. Verlaine's first published collection, Poèmes saturniens, though adversely commented upon by Sainte-Beuve, established him as a poet of promise and originality.
Paul Verlaine Poems
The Young Fools (Les Ingénus)
High-heels were struggling with a full-length dress So that, between the wind and the terrain, At times a shining stocking would be seen, And gone too soon. We liked that foolishness.
With long sobs the violin-throbs of autumn wound my heart with languorous
Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur
Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville. Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénêtre mon coeur ?
Your soul is like a painter's landscape where charming masks in shepherd mummeries are playing lutes and dancing with an air of being sad in their fantastic guise.
Clair De Lune
Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair, Peopled with maskers delicate and dim, That play on lutes and dance and have an air
Birds In The Night
You were not over-patient with me, dear; This want of patience one must rightly rate: You are so young! Youth ever was severe
See, blossoms, branches, fruit, leaves I have brought, And then my heart that for you only sighs;
Tears Fall In My Heart
Tears fall in my heart Rain falls on the town; what is this numb hurt that enters my heart?...
Leaf-strewing gales Utter low wails Like violins,-- Till on my soul
It weeps in my heart As it rains on the town. What is this dull smart Possessing my heart?
In the deserted park, silent and vast, Erewhile two shadowy glimmering figures passed.
A Une Femme
To you these lines for the consoling grace Of your great eyes wherein a soft dream shines,
The Sky-Blue Smiles Above The Roof
The sky-blue smiles above the roof Its tenderest; A green tree rears above the roof Its waving crest.
The Tree's Reflection
The trees' reflection in the misty stream Dies off in livid steam; Whilst up among the actual boughs, forlorn, The tender wood-doves mourn.
It weeps in my heart
As it rains on the town.
What is this dull smart
Possessing my heart?
Soft sound of the rain
On the ground and the roofs!
To a heart in pain,
O the song of the rain!