The poet is a madman lost in adventure. Paul Verlaine More Quotes by Paul Verlaine More Quotes From Paul Verlaine I am the Empire at the end of the decadence. Paul Verlaine decadenceempiresends 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. Paul Verlaine armyfirespring Music before all else, Paul Verlaine music-isair Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you. Paul Verlaine flowerheartlove Your soul is a chosen landscape Where charming masked and costumed figures go Playing the lute and dancing and almost Sad beneath their fantastic disguises. All sing in a minor key Of all-conquering love and careless fortune They do not seem to believe in their happiness And their song mingles with the moonlight. The still moonlight, sad and beautiful, Which gives the birds to dream in the trees And makes the fountain sprays sob in ecstasy, The tall, slender fountain sprays among the marble statues. Paul Verlaine dreamsongbeautiful La musique avant toute chose. Paul Verlaine practice Tears fall in my heart Paul Verlaine rainheartfall Take eloquence and wring its neck. Paul Verlaine eloquencenecks A poem is really a kind of machine for producing the poetic state by means of words. Paul Verlaine machinespoetrymean 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 steaming tea and banished books; The sweetness of the evening at an end, The dear fatigue, and right to rest attained, And worshipped expectation of the night,— Oh, all these things, in unrelenting flight, My dream pursues through all the vain delays, Impatient of the weeks, mad at the days! Paul Verlaine dreamnightbook Sap which mounts, and flowers which thrust, Paul Verlaine childhoodjuneflower Prends l'e loquence et tords-lui son cou! Take eloquence and break its neck! Paul Verlaine necksbreakson London, black as crows and noisy as ducks, prudish with all the vices in evidence, everlastingly drunk, in spite of ridiculous laws about drunkenness, immense, though it is really basically only a collection of scandal-mongering boroughs, vying with each other, ugly and dull, without any monuments except interminable docks. Paul Verlaine drunkduckslaw A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire. Paul Verlaine blacksleepfall I like this word decadent; all shimmering and purple and gold. Paul Verlaine purplegold A flat black bug, that is London. Paul Verlaine bugslondonblack Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town. Paul Verlaine tearsrainheartfall
