Stéphane Mallarmé

(1842-1898 / France)

Stéphane Mallarmé Poems

21. Little Air 4/2/2010
22. L’Apres-midi d’un Faune 4/2/2010
23. Futile Petition 4/2/2010
24. Funeral Libation (At Gautier’s Tomb) 4/2/2010
25. Distress 4/2/2010
26. Crushed by… 4/2/2010
27. Apparition 4/2/2010
28. Anxiety 4/2/2010
29. Another Fan 4/2/2010
30. All Summarised The Soul… 4/2/2010
31. Album Leaf 1/21/2003
32. A Toast 4/2/2010
33. A Negress 4/2/2010

Sea Breeze

The flesh is sad, Alas! and I have read all the books.
Let’s go! Far off. Let’s go! I sense
that the birds, intoxicated, fly
deep into unknown spume and sky!
Nothing – not even old gardens mirrored by eyes –
can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,
O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,
on the void of paper, that whiteness defends,
no, not even the young woman feeding her child.

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