Paul Verlaine

(1844-1896 / France)

Le Faune - Poem by Paul Verlaine

An ancient terra-cotta Faun,
A laughing note in 'mid the green,
Grins at us from the central lawn,
With secret and sarcastic mien.

It is that he foresees, perchance,
A bad end to the moments dear
That with gay music and light dance
Have led us, pensive pilgrims, here.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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