Stéphane Mallarmé

(1842-1898 / France)

Poems of Stéphane Mallarmé

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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

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