Paul Verlaine Poems
|41.||Oh, Heavy, Heavy My Despair||3/30/2010|
|42.||Poemes Saturniens - Prologue||3/30/2010|
|43.||Since Shade Relents||3/30/2010|
|44.||Sleep, Darksome, Deep||3/30/2010|
|45.||Son, Thou Must Love Me||3/30/2010|
|49.||Tears Fall In My Heart||3/30/2010|
|50.||The False Fair Days||3/30/2010|
|51.||The Keyboard, Over Which Two Slim Hands Float||3/30/2010|
|53.||The Rosy Hearth||3/30/2010|
|54.||The Scene Behind The Carriage Window Panes||3/30/2010|
|55.||The Sky-Blue Smiles Above The Roof||3/30/2010|
|56.||The Tree's Reflection||3/30/2010|
|57.||The Young Fools (Les Ingénus)||1/20/2003|
|58.||Tis The Feast Of Corn||3/30/2010|
|59.||Un Grand Sommeil Noir||3/30/2010|
|61.||What Sayest Thou, Traveller||3/30/2010|
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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.
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.