Hope Shines Poem by Paul Verlaine

Hope Shines



Hope shines-as in a stable a wisp of straw.
Fear not the wasp drunk with his crazy flight!
Through some chink always, see, the moted light!
Propped on your hand, you dozed-But let me draw

Cool water from the well for you, at least,
Poor soul! There, drink! Then sleep. See, I remain,
And I will sing a slumberous refrain,
And you shall murmur like a child appeased.

Noon strikes. Approach not, Madam, pray, or call….
He sleeps. Strange how a woman's light footfall
Re-echoes through the brains of grief-worn men!

Noon strikes. I bade them sprinkle in the room.
Sleep on! Hope shines-a pebble in the gloom.
-When shall the Autumn rose re-blossom,-when?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Peter Shor 14 September 2018

You really should include the translator's name on this — Gertrude Hall.

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Nick Tyler 24 March 2018

Hearing Paul Verlaine's poetry in English is kind of understandable - but read by an avatar is ghastly! Ah well...

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