Stéphane Mallarmé

(1842-1898 / France)

Album Leaf - Poem by Stéphane Mallarmé

All at once, as if in play,
Mademoiselle, she who moots
a wish to hear how it sounds today
the wood of my several flutes

It seems to me that this foray
tried out here in a country place
was better when I put them away
to look more closely at your face

Yet this vain whistling I suppress
in so far as I can create
given my fingers pure distress
lacking the means to imitate

Your very natural and clear
childlike laughter that charms the ear


Comments about Album Leaf by Stéphane Mallarmé

  • Rookie Selenaru Negrea (7/25/2008 12:10:00 PM)

    Nice, but not one of his best poems. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2003



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