Paul Verlaine

(1844-1896 / France)

Paul Verlaine Poems

1. Before Your Light Quite Fail 3/30/2010
2. Jadis - Prologue 3/30/2010
3. Naguere - Prologue 3/30/2010
4. Oft Do I Dream 3/30/2010
5. Oh, Heavy, Heavy My Despair 3/30/2010
6. The False Fair Days 3/30/2010
7. The Keyboard, Over Which Two Slim Hands Float 3/30/2010
8. The Rosy Hearth 3/30/2010
9. The Scene Behind The Carriage Window Panes 3/30/2010
10. What Sayest Thou, Traveller 3/30/2010
11. Tis The Feast Of Corn 3/30/2010
12. Since Shade Relents 3/30/2010
13. It Shall Be, Then, Upon A Summer's Day 3/30/2010
14. A La Promenade 3/30/2010
15. Streets 3/30/2010
16. En Sourdine 3/30/2010
17. L' Allee 3/30/2010
18. Il Bacio 3/30/2010
19. Impression Fausse 3/30/2010
20. It Is You 3/30/2010
21. L'Amour Par Terre 3/30/2010
22. Poemes Saturniens - Prologue 3/30/2010
23. Sur L'Herbe 3/30/2010
24. O'Er The Wood's Brow 3/30/2010
25. Le Faune 3/30/2010
26. Mandoline 3/30/2010
27. Mon Reve Familier 3/30/2010
28. Give Ear Unto The Gentle Lay 3/30/2010
29. Apres Trois Ans 3/30/2010
30. Melancholy 3/30/2010
31. Un Grand Sommeil Noir 3/30/2010
32. Vers Libres 3/30/2010
33. The Sky-Blue Smiles Above The Roof 3/30/2010
34. Langueur 3/30/2010
35. Nevermore 3/30/2010
36. Son, Thou Must Love Me 3/30/2010
37. Femme Et Chatte 2/12/2014
38. It Weeps In My Heart 3/30/2010
39. It Rains In My Heart (Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur) 3/30/2010
40. Epilogue 3/30/2010

Comments about Paul Verlaine

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/17/2015 12:41:00 PM)

    those verse are in «Aspiration», Paul Verlaine ('Premiers vers')

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/17/2015 12:31:00 PM)

    «Là, tous les sons rêvés, là, toutes les splendeurs Inabordables»

    There, all the sounds dreamed, there, all the splendors unaffordable

Best Poem of Paul Verlaine

The Young Fools (Les Ingénus)

High-heels were struggling with a full-length dress
So that, between the wind and the terrain,
At times a shining stocking would be seen,
And gone too soon. We liked that foolishness.

Also, at times a jealous insect's dart
Bothered out beauties. Suddenly a white
Nape flashed beneath the branches, and this sight
Was a delicate feast for a young fool's heart.

Evening fell, equivocal, dissembling,
The women who hung dreaming on our arms
Spoke in low voices, words that had such charms
That ever since our stunned soul has been trembling.

Read the full of The Young Fools (Les Ingénus)


Your soul is like a painter's landscape where
charming masks in shepherd mummeries
are playing lutes and dancing with an air
of being sad in their fantastic guise.
Even while they sing, all in a minor key,
of love triumphant and life's careless boon,
they seem in doubt of their felicity,
their song melts in the calm light of the moon,
the lovely melancholy light that sets

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