Paul Verlaine

(1844-1896 / France)

Sur L'Herbe


'The abbe rambles.'--'You, marquis,
Have put your wig on all awry.'--
'This wine of Cyprus kindles me
Less, my Camargo, than your eye!'

'My passion'--'Do, mi, sol, la, si.'--
'Abbe, your villany lies bare.'--
'Mesdames, I climb up yonder tree
And fetch a star down, I declare.'

'Let each kiss his own lady, then
The others.'--'Would that I were, too,
A lap-dog!'--'Softly, gentlemen!'--
'Do, mi.'--'The moon!'--'Hey, how d'ye do?'

Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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