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.
Tears fall in my heart As tears fall on the town. - Paul Verlaine
Tears fall in my heart As tears fall on the town.
- Paul Verlaine
La musique avant toute chose. - Paul Verlaine
La musique avant toute chose.
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.
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.
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.
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…
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…
London, black as crows and noisy as ducks, prudish with all the vices in evidence, everlastingly drunk, in spite of ridiculous laws about drunkenness… - Paul Verlaine
London, black as crows and noisy as ducks, prudish with all the vices in evidence, everlastingly drunk, in spite of ridiculous laws about drunkenness…
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