Paul Verlaine

(1844-1896 / France)

Paul Verlaine Poems

1. Jadis - Prologue 3/30/2010
2. Naguere - Prologue 3/30/2010
3. Oh, Heavy, Heavy My Despair 3/30/2010
4. The False Fair Days 3/30/2010
5. The Keyboard, Over Which Two Slim Hands Float 3/30/2010
6. The Rosy Hearth 3/30/2010
7. The Scene Behind The Carriage Window Panes 3/30/2010
8. What Sayest Thou, Traveller 3/30/2010
9. Oft Do I Dream 3/30/2010
10. Tis The Feast Of Corn 3/30/2010
11. Nevermore 3/30/2010
12. Since Shade Relents 3/30/2010
13. It Shall Be, Then, Upon A Summer's Day 3/30/2010
14. A La Promenade 3/30/2010
15. Streets 3/30/2010
16. En Sourdine 3/30/2010
17. Il Bacio 3/30/2010
18. L' Allee 3/30/2010
19. Before Your Light Quite Fail 3/30/2010
20. L'Amour Par Terre 3/30/2010
21. Poemes Saturniens - Prologue 3/30/2010
22. Sur L'Herbe 3/30/2010
23. Le Rossignol 3/30/2010
24. Mandoline 3/30/2010
25. Le Faune 3/30/2010
26. Mon Reve Familier 3/30/2010
27. It Rains In My Heart (Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur) 3/30/2010
28. Give Ear Unto The Gentle Lay 3/30/2010
29. O'Er The Wood's Brow 3/30/2010
30. Apres Trois Ans 3/30/2010
31. Melancholy 3/30/2010
32. Un Grand Sommeil Noir 3/30/2010
33. Vers Libres 3/30/2010
34. The Sky-Blue Smiles Above The Roof 3/30/2010
35. Son, Thou Must Love Me 3/30/2010
36. Spleen 3/30/2010
37. Femme Et Chatte 2/12/2014
38. It Is You 3/30/2010
39. It Weeps In My Heart 3/30/2010
40. Impression Fausse 3/30/2010
Best Poem of Paul Verlaine

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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Ariettes Oubliees

It weeps in my heart
As it rains on the town.
What is this dull smart
Possessing my heart?

Soft sound of the rain
On the ground and the roofs!
To a heart in pain,
O the song of the rain!

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