Charles Francois Daubigny, Moonrise, 1861 Give me your hand, still your breath, let’s rest Under this great tree where the breeze dies Beneath grey branches, in broken sighs, The soft, tender rays of the moon caress. Motionless, and lowering our eyes, Not thinking, dreaming. Let love that tires Have its moment, and happiness that expires, …
Gustave Moreau, The Daughters of Thespius, 1853 Art wishes neither tears nor compromise, That’s my poetic in as many words, won From scorn, and a deep contempt for Man, And war on dumb ennui and love’s outcries. I know one has to suffer to climb the height; The slope is steep viewed from down below. …
Elena Yushina, Night rain, 2010 It rains in my heart As it rains on the town, What languor so dark That soaks to my heart? Oh sweet sound of the rain On the earth and the roofs! For the dull heart again, Oh the song of the rain! It rains for no reason In this …
Paul Verlaine – Piange il mio cuore / It Rains In My Heart Read More »
John William Waterhouse, The Awakening of Adonis, 1899 Ah! Fond speech! And the first mistresses! Hair’s gold, eyes’ blue, the flower of the flesh, Then, in the scent of the dear body’s mesh The shy spontaneity of caresses! How far away now is all that lightness And all that innocence! Ah, backwards yet, From black …
Jules Joseph Lefebvre, Girl with a Mandolin, 1870 Leaf-strewing gales Utter low wails Like violins,— Till on my soul Their creeping dole Stealthily wins…. Days long gone by! In such hour, I, Choking and pale, Call you to mind,— Then like the wind Weep I and wail. And, as by wind Harsh and unkind, Driven …
Paul Verlaine was a French poet, known as a leader of Symbolists and Decadents. He coined the expression poète maudit (cursed poet) in 1884.
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