Theophile Gautier

(1811-1872 / France)

Theophile Gautier Poems

1. The Supper Of Armor 9/7/2010
2. Unknown Shores 9/7/2010
3. Vieux De La Vieille 11/6/2012
4. Une Âme 11/6/2012
5. Rondalla 11/6/2012
6. Séguidille 11/6/2012
7. Sérénade 11/6/2012
8. Sur Le Carnaval De Venise I - Dans La Rue 11/6/2012
9. Le Souper Des Armures 11/6/2012
10. Les Accroche-Coeurs 11/6/2012
11. Les Yeux Bleus De La Montagne 11/6/2012
12. Lied 11/6/2012
13. Les Joujoux De La Morte 11/6/2012
14. Pendant La Tempête 11/6/2012
15. Perspective 11/6/2012
16. Pluie 11/6/2012
17. Adieux À La Poésie 11/5/2012
18. Affinités Secrètes 11/5/2012
19. Albertus, Iv 11/5/2012
20. Albertus, Lx 11/5/2012
21. Albertus, Lxxii 11/5/2012
22. Albertus, Cxii 11/5/2012
23. Albertus, I 11/5/2012
24. Albertus, Xlix 11/5/2012
25. Après Le Feuilleton 11/5/2012
26. Ce Que Disent Les Hirondelles 11/5/2012
27. Consolation 11/5/2012
28. Dernier Voeu 11/5/2012
29. En Allant À La Chartreuse De Miraflorès 11/5/2012
30. Fumée 11/5/2012
31. J'Ai Laissé De Mon Sein De Neige 11/5/2012
32. J'Étais Monté Plus Haut... 11/5/2012
33. L'Escurial 11/6/2012
34. L'Obélisque De Luxor 11/6/2012
35. La Chimère 11/6/2012
36. La Mansarde 11/6/2012
37. La Fontaine Du Cimetière 11/6/2012
38. Le Chasseur 11/6/2012
39. Le Château Du Souvenir 11/6/2012
40. Le Poëme De La Femme 11/6/2012

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Best Poem of Theophile Gautier

The Phantom Of The Rose

Sweet lady, let your lids unclose.--
Those lids by maiden dreams caressed;
I am the phantom of the rose
You wore last night upon your breast.
Like pearls upon my petals lay
The weeping fountain's silver tears,
Ere in the glittering array
You bore me proudly 'mid your peers.

O lady, 'twas for you I died--
Yet have I come and will I stay;
My rosy phantom by your side
Will linger till the break of day.
Yet fear not, lady; naught claim I--
Nor mass, nor hymn, or funeral prayer;
My soul is but a perfumed sigh,
Which pure from Paradise I ...

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Unknown Shores

Okay, my starsick beauty! -
blue jeans and tilting breasts,
child of Canaverel -
where would you like to go?

Shall we set course for Mars,
or Venus; green sea,
Aldebaran the golden,
or Tycho Brahe's Nova,

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