Dream, Translation Of Paul Verlaine's Poem: Rêve - Poem by T Wignesan
I give up writing poetry!
I’m going to be rich tomorrow.
I’d rather others took over the tow:
Who wishes! Who wishes my double to be?
Worthwhile endeavour, I dare testify:
Long hours given to the promenade
While attempting to rhyme a ballade,
I spent late nights and far away did lie.
Under a lucid and clear moon,
The bridges insidiously glowed,
The waters’ waves graciously flowed.
Paris: gay as a cemetery’s gloom.
All this good fortune, I renounce
And I bequeath to the Young my lyre!
Children! To my delirium be the heir.
Me, I inherit the seductor’s mantle at once.
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