Poems by Paul Verlaine

When I had pushed the narrow garden-door,
Once more I stood within the green retreat;
Softly ...

Kiss! Hollyhock in Love's luxuriant close!
Brisk music played on pearly little keys,
In tempo ...

See, blossoms, branches, fruit, leaves I have brought,
And then my heart that for you only ...

Violins of Autumn sobbing
Deep and lone,
Pierced my heart is with their throbbing
...

I see you still! Dressed in a summer dress,
Yellow and white, bestrewn with curtain-flowers;
...

It shall be, then, upon a summer's day:
The sun, my joy's accomplice, bright shall shine,
...

The keyboard, over which two slim hands float,
Shines vaguely in the twilight pink and gray,
...

I am the Empire in the last of its decline,
That sees the tall, fair-haired Barbarians pass--t...

Remembrance, what wilt thou with me? The year
Declined; in the still air the thrush piped clear...

O'er the wood's brow,
Pale, the moon stares;
In every bough
Wandering airs
Faintly suspire...

Scaramouche and Pulcinella
Gesticulate wildly, black against the moon,
As the good doctor Bol...

In the old park, lonely and bound by frost
Two forms just passed and were in darkness lost. &nb...

Lovely whore
With your hard black eyes
And your soft budding breasts Shameless flower o...

Too red, too red the roses were,
Too black the ivy on the tree-- Dear, at the trembli...