Paul Verlaine

(1844-1896 / France)

Paul Verlaine Poems

1. The Young Fools (Les Ingénus) 1/20/2003
2. Autumn Song 3/30/2010
3. Moonlight 1/30/2006
4. Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur 3/30/2010
5. Clair De Lune 3/30/2010
6. Birds In The Night 3/30/2010
7. Green 3/30/2010
8. Tears Fall In My Heart 3/30/2010
9. Chanson D'Automne 3/30/2010
10. Ariettes Oubliees 3/30/2010
11. Colloque Sentimental 3/30/2010
12. A Une Femme 3/30/2010
13. Heavy, My Despair 3/30/2010
14. Bruxelles 3/30/2010
15. Hope Shines 3/30/2010
16. The Piano 3/30/2010
17. Sleep, Darksome, Deep 3/30/2010
18. The Tree's Reflection 3/30/2010
19. I'Ve Seen Again The One Child 3/30/2010
20. Epilogue 3/30/2010
21. It Weeps In My Heart 3/30/2010
22. Son, Thou Must Love Me 3/30/2010
23. Spleen 3/30/2010
24. Femme Et Chatte 2/12/2014
25. Langueur 3/30/2010
26. Il Bacio 3/30/2010
27. The Sky-Blue Smiles Above The Roof 3/30/2010
28. Streets 3/30/2010
29. Un Grand Sommeil Noir 3/30/2010
30. Vers Libres 3/30/2010
31. Apres Trois Ans 3/30/2010
32. Melancholy 3/30/2010
33. Mon Reve Familier 3/30/2010
34. Le Faune 3/30/2010
35. It Rains In My Heart (Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur) 3/30/2010
36. Mandoline 3/30/2010
37. O'Er The Wood's Brow 3/30/2010
38. Sur L'Herbe 3/30/2010
39. Le Rossignol 3/30/2010
40. L'Amour Par Terre 3/30/2010
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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.

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Moonlight

Your soul is like a painter's landscape where
charming masks in shepherd mummeries
are playing lutes and dancing with an air
of being sad in their fantastic guise.
Even while they sing, all in a minor key,
of love triumphant and life's careless boon,
they seem in doubt of their felicity,
their song melts in the calm light of the moon,
the lovely melancholy light that sets

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