Paul Verlaine

(1844-1896 / France)

Paul Verlaine Poems

41. It Rains In My Heart (Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur) 3/30/2010
42. Sleep, Darksome, Deep 3/30/2010
43. It Weeps In My Heart 3/30/2010
44. The Piano 3/30/2010
45. Spleen 3/30/2010
46. Bruxelles 3/30/2010
47. Heavy, My Despair 3/30/2010
48. Ariettes Oubliees 3/30/2010
49. A Une Femme 3/30/2010
50. I'Ve Seen Again The One Child 3/30/2010
51. Colloque Sentimental 3/30/2010
52. Tears Fall In My Heart 3/30/2010
53. Birds In The Night 3/30/2010
54. Hope Shines 3/30/2010
55. Green 3/30/2010
56. Moonlight 1/30/2006
57. Chanson D'Automne 3/30/2010
58. Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur 3/30/2010
59. Clair De Lune 3/30/2010
60. Autumn Song 3/30/2010
61. The Young Fools (Les Ingénus) 1/20/2003

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.

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A La Promenade

The milky sky, the hazy, slender trees,
Seem smiling on the light costumes we wear,-
Our gauzy floating veils that have an air
Of wings, our satins fluttering in the breeze.

And in the marble bowl the ripples gleam,
And through the lindens of the avenue
The sifted golden sun comes to us blue
And dying, like the sunshine of a dream.

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