Paul Verlaine Poems
- Autumn Song With long sobs the violin-throbs of autumn ...
- Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il ...
- Clair De Lune Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair, ...
- Birds In The Night You were not over-patient with me, ...
- Chanson D'Automne Leaf-strewing gales Utter low wails Like ...
- The Young Fools (Les Ingénus) High-heels were struggling with...
- Moonlight Your soul is like a painter's landscape ...
Paul-Marie Verlaine (30 March 1844 – 8 January 1896) was a French poet associated with the Symbolist movement. He is considered one of the greatest representatives of the fin de siècle in international and French poetry.
Born in Metz, he was educated at the Lycée impérial Bonaparte (now the Lycée Condorcet) in Paris and then took up a post in the civil service. He began writing poetry at an early age, and was initially influenced by the Parnassien movement and its leader, Leconte de Lisle. Verlaine's first published poem was published in 1863 in La Revue du progrès, a publication founded by poet Louis-Xavier de Ricard. Verlaine was a frequenter of the salon of the Marquise de ... more »
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''All the rest is mere fine writing.''Paul Verlaine (1844-1896), French poet. "L'Art Poetique," Jadis et Naguère (1884).
With long sobs
of autumn wound
my heart with languorous
Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;
and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
Les sanglots longs
Blessent mon cœur
Et blême, quand
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens,
Et je ...