Poems

• Novel
  I. No one's serious at seventeen. --On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
• A Winter Dream
  In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriage With cushions of blue. We’ll be fine. A nest of mad kisses waits In each corner too.
• Asleep In The Valley
  A small green valley where a slow stream flows And leaves long strands of silver on the bright Grass; from the mountaintop stream the Sun's
• Dawn
  I have kissed the summer dawn. Before the palaces, nothing moved. The water lay dead. Battalions of shadows still kept the forest road. I walked, walking warm and vital breath, While stones watched, and wings rose soundlessly.
• Being Beauteous
  Against a fall of snow, a Being Beauiful, and very tall. Whistlings of death and circles of faint music Make this adored body, swelling and trembling Like a specter, rise...
• Drunken Morning
  Oh, my Beautiful! Oh, my Good! Hideous fanfare where yet I do not stumble! Oh, rack of enchantments! For the first time, hurrah for the unheard-of work,
• Sensation
  In the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head.
• Barbarian
  Long after the days and the seasons, and people and countries. The banner of raw meat against the silk of seas and arctic flowers;
• Departure
  Everything seen... The vision gleams in every air. Everything had... The far sound of cities, in the evening,
• Ophelia
  I On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping White Ophelia floats like a great lily ;
• Anguish
  Is it possible that She will have me forgiven for ambitions continually crushed,-- that an affluent end will make up for the ages of indigence,--
• The Drunken Boat
  As I drifted on a river I could not control, No longer guided by the bargemen's ropes. They were captured by howling Indians
• After The Flood
  As soon as the idea of the Deluge had subsided, A hare stopped in the clover and swaying flowerbells, and said a prayer to the rainbow,
• Evil
  While the red-stained mouths of machine guns ring Across the infinite expanse of day; While red or green, before their posturing King, The massed battalions break and melt away;
• rimbaud poems
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• Paul Verlaine Poems

  • The Young Fools (Les Ingénus)  High-heels were struggling with...
  • Clair De Lune  Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair, ...
  • Autumn Song  With long sobs the violin-throbs of autumn ...
  • Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur  Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il ...
  • Moonlight  Your soul is like a painter's landscape ...
  • Tears Fall In My Heart  Tears fall in my heart Rain falls on ...
  • Green  See, blossoms, branches, fruit, leaves I have ...