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Poetry

This room, how well I know it. Now they’re renting it, and the one next to it, as offices. The whole house has become an office building for agents, businessmen, companies. This room, how familiar it is. The couch was here, near the door, a Turkish carpet in front of it. Close...

Once through the forest Alone I went; To seek for nothing My thoughts were bent.   I saw i' the shadow A flower stand there As stars it glisten'd, As eyes 'twas fair.   I sought to pluck it,-- It gently said: "Shall I be gather'd Only to fade?"   With all its roots I dug it with care, And took it...

  I walk and it gets dark.   I make up my mind and it gets dark.   No, I am not sad.   I have been curious and studious.   I know of everything. A bit of everything.   The names of flowers when they shrivel,   when the words become green and when we become cold.   How...

Where shall I hide you, my Son so that t bad people could not reach you in which island of the ocean which deserted peak? I will not teach you how to speak and shout against the injustice i know that you will have a heart so good, so sweet that captured in...

To laugh often and much;   To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;   To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;   To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;   To...

While looking at a half-gray opal I remembered two lovely gray eyes— it must be twenty years ago I saw them...

I only sing because you loved me in the past years. And in sun, in summer’s prediction and in rain and snow, I only sing because you loved me. Only because you held me in your arms one night and you kissed my lips, only for this I’m beautiful as wide open...

Detested by both men and gods, like nobles who have bitterly decayed, the Verlaines wither; wealth remains to them, of rich and silvery . With 'Les Chatiments' the Hugos are intoxicated by their terrible Olympian revenge. But I shall write a sorrowful ballade to the forgotten poets. Though the Poes have lived in...

The City You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore, find another city better than this one. Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong and my heart lies buried as though it were something dead. How long can I let my mind moulder...

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