Stéphane Mallarmé

(1842-1898 / France)

Stéphane Mallarmé Poems

1. Funeral Libation (At Gautier’s Tomb) 4/2/2010
2. The Azure 1/12/2016
3. Tomb (Of Verlaine) 4/2/2010
4. The Tomb Of Charles Baudelaire 4/2/2010
5. Sonnet 4/2/2010
6. Sonnet: ‘ses Purs Ongles Très Haut…’ 4/2/2010
7. To Introduce Myself… 4/2/2010
8. Futile Petition 4/2/2010
9. Crushed By… 4/2/2010
10. A Toast 4/2/2010
11. The Poem’s Gift 4/2/2010
12. Sonnet: ‘victorieusement Fui Le Suicide…’ 4/2/2010
13. Sonnet: ‘quand L’ombre Menaça…’ 4/2/2010
14. What Silk… 4/2/2010
15. Little Air 4/2/2010
16. Prose 4/2/2010
17. Apparition 4/2/2010
18. A Negress 4/2/2010
19. Sonnet: ‘le Vierge, Le Vivace…’ 4/2/2010
20. My Books… 4/2/2010
21. The Clown Chastised 4/2/2010
22. To The Sole Concern 4/2/2010
23. Summer Sadness 4/2/2010
24. Salutation 4/2/2010
25. The Tomb Of Edgar Allan Poe 4/2/2010
26. Distress 4/2/2010
27. Another Fan 4/2/2010
28. One (Translated In English) 4/2/2010
29. All Summarised The Soul… 4/2/2010
30. Sigh 4/2/2010
31. Anxiety 4/2/2010
32. Album Leaf 1/21/2003
33. L’apres-Midi D’un Faune 4/2/2010
34. Sea Breeze 1/21/2003

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Sea Breeze

The flesh is sad, Alas! and I have read all the books.
Let’s go! Far off. Let’s go! I sense
that the birds, intoxicated, fly
deep into unknown spume and sky!
Nothing – not even old gardens mirrored by eyes –
can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,
O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,
on the void of paper, that whiteness defends,
no, not even the young woman feeding her child.
I will go! Steamer, straining at your ropes
lift your anchor towards an exotic rawness!
A Boredom, made desolate by cruel hope
still believes in the last ...

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A Negress

Possessed by a demon a negress
Wants to taste a girl-child saddened by new fruits
Unlawful ones too under the ragged dress,
This glutton’s ready to try a trick or two:

To her belly she mates two fortunate tits
And, so high no hand will know how to seize her,
Thrusts the dark shock of her booted legs
Just like a tongue unskilled in pleasure.

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