Paul Verlaine Poems

Like to a swarm of birds, with jarring cries
Descend on me my swarming memories;
Light mid the yellow leaves, that shake and sigh,
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I
The sun, less hot, looks from a sky more clear;
The roses in their sleepy loveliness
Nod to the cradling wind. The atmosphere
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It weeps in my heart
As it rains on the town.
What is this dull smart
Possessing my heart?
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Elle jouait avec sa chatte,
Et c’était merveille de voir
La main blanche et la blanche patte
S’ébattre dans l’ombre du soir.
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'Son, thou must love me! See' my Saviour said,
'My heart that glows and bleeds, my wounded side,
My hurt feet that the Magdalene, wet-eyed,
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I am the Empire in the last of its decline,
That sees the tall, fair-haired Barbarians pass,--the while
Composing indolent acrostics, in a style
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The sky-blue smiles above the roof
Its tenderest;
A green tree rears above the roof
Its waving crest.
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Un grand sommeil noir
Tombe sur ma vie:
Dormez, tout espoir,
Dormez, toute envie!
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J’admire l’ambition du Vers Libre, -
Et moi-même que fais-je en ce moment
Que d’essayer d’émouvoir l’équilibre
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I am the Empire in the last of its decline,
That sees the tall, fair-haired Barbarians pass,-the while
Composing indolent acrostics, in a style
...