I love this word decadence, all shimmering in purple and gold. It suggests the subtle thoughts of ultimate civilization, a high literary culture, a soul capable of intense pleasures. It throws off bursts of fire and the sparkle of precious stones. It is redolent of the rouge of courtesans, the games of the circus, the panting of the gladiators, the spring of wild beasts, the consuming in flames of races exhausted by their capacity for sensation, as the tramp of an invading army sounds.
A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire. - Paul Verlaine
A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire.
- Paul Verlaine
A poem is really a kind of machine for producing the poetic state by means of words. - Paul Verlaine
A poem is really a kind of machine for producing the poetic state by means of words.
I love this word decadence, all shimmering in purple and gold. It suggests the subtle thoughts of ultimate civilization, a high literary culture, a s… - Paul Verlaine
I love this word decadence, all shimmering in purple and gold. It suggests the subtle thoughts of ultimate civilization, a high literary culture, a s…
The poet is a madman lost in adventure. - Paul Verlaine
The poet is a madman lost in adventure.
La musique avant toute chose. - Paul Verlaine
La musique avant toute chose.
Tears fall in my heart As tears fall on the town. - Paul Verlaine
Tears fall in my heart As tears fall on the town.
The rosy hearth, the lamplight's narrow beam, The meditation that is rather dream, With looks that lose themselves in cherished looks; The hour of st… - Paul Verlaine
The rosy hearth, the lamplight's narrow beam, The meditation that is rather dream, With looks that lose themselves in cherished looks; The hour of st…
Sap which mounts, and flowers which thrust, Your childhood is a bower: Let my fingers wander in the moss Where glows the rosebud Let me among th… - Paul Verlaine
Sap which mounts, and flowers which thrust, Your childhood is a bower: Let my fingers wander in the moss Where glows the rosebud Let me among th…
Take eloquence and wring its neck. - Paul Verlaine
Take eloquence and wring its neck.
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