Paul Verlaine Poems
- The Young Fools (Les Ingénus) High-heels were struggling with...
- Autumn Song With long sobs the violin-throbs of autumn ...
- Clair De Lune Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair, ...
- Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il ...
- Moonlight Your soul is like a painter's landscape ...
- Green See, blossoms, branches, fruit, leaves I have ...
- Sleep, Darksome, Deep Sleep, darksome, deep, Doth on me ...
Paul-Marie Verlaine (30 March 1844 – 8 January 1896) was a French poet associated with the Symbolist movement. He is considered one of the greatest representatives of the fin de siècle in international and French poetry.
Born in Metz, he was educated at the Lycée impérial Bonaparte (now the Lycée Condorcet) in Paris and then took up a post in the civil service. He began writing poetry at an early age, and was initially influenced by the Parnassien movement and its leader, Leconte de Lisle. Verlaine's first published poem was published in 1863 in La Revue du progrès, a publication founded by poet Louis-Xavier de Ricard. Verlaine was a frequenter of the salon of the Marquise de ... more »
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''All the rest is mere fine writing.''Paul Verlaine (1844-1896), French poet. "L'Art Poetique," Jadis et Naguère (1884).
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.