Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck

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I sing the pale ballades of eld,
Of kisses lost without reward,
And lo, on love's luxurious sward,
The nuptials of the sick are held.
...

Have pity on the eyes morose
Wherein the soul its hope reveals;
On fated things that ne'er unclose,
And all who wait what night conceals.
...

All the tears that I have shed,
All my kisses, lo, they pass
Thro' my mind as in a glass:
All my kisses whose joy is dead.
...

I mourn the lips of yesterday,
Lips whose kisses are yet unborn,
And the old desires outworn,
Under sorrows hid away.
...

'Neath the azure crystal bell
Of my listless melancholy
All my formless sorrows slowly
Sink to rest, and all is well;
...

NARROW paths my passions tread:
Laughter rings there, sorrow cries;
Sick and sad, with half-shut eyes,
Thro' the leaves the woods have shed,
...

The sense of contact!
Darkness lies between your fingers!
The cries of brazen instruments in a tem­pest!
...

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My soul is sick at the end of all,
Sick and sad, being weary too,
Weary of being so vain, so vain,
Weary and sad at the end of all,
...

Mother, mother, do you not hear?
Mother, they come; there is news to tell!
– Give me your hands, my daughter dear:
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Now your lamps are all alight,
The sun's in the garden on every side
– Now your lamps are all alight;
...

Sisters, sisters, thirty years
I sought where he might be;
Thirty years I sought for him:
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There were three sisters fain to die!
Her crown of gold each putteth on,
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I hold, to every sin,
To every soul that weeps,
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HERE are the old desires that pass,
The dreams of weary men, that die,
The dreams that faint and fail, alas!
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I watch the hours of long ago:
Their blue and secret depths I set
Under the burning-glass, Regret,
And watch a happier flora blow.
...

Lo, the diver, forever within his bell!
And a whole sea of glass, a sea eternally warm!
A whole motionless world, a world of slow green rhythms!
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The dark brings vision to mine eyes:
Through my desires they seek their goal.
O nights within my humid soul,
O heart to dreams that open lies!
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O, all these poor weary glances!
And yours, and mine!
And those that are no more, and those to be!
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THESE lips have long forgotten to bestow
Their kiss on blind eyes chiller than the snow,
Henceforth absorbed in their magnificent dream.
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Mine eyes have snared my soul. But O,
Grant me, O Lord, my one desire:
Let fall Thy leaves upon the snow,
Let fall Thy rain upon the fire.
...

Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck Biography

Maurice Polydore Marie Bernard, Count Maeterlinck ( 29 August 1862 – 6 May 1949) was a Belgian playwright, poet and essayist who wrote in French. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1911. The main themes in his work are death and the meaning of life. His plays form an important part of the Symbolist movement)

The Best Poem Of Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck

Listlessness

I sing the pale ballades of eld,
Of kisses lost without reward,
And lo, on love's luxurious sward,
The nuptials of the sick are held.

Voices thro' my slumber sound:
Listlessly they gather near.
Lilies bloom in closes where
Star nor sun hath blessed the ground.

And lo, these ghosts of old desire,
These lagging throbs of impulse crost,
Are paupers in a palace lost,
Sick tapers in the auroral fire.

When shall the moon my vision bathe,
That seeks to plumb the eternal streams
Of darkness, and about my dreams
Her slow cerulean raiment swathe?

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