O what embraces, kisses sweet and wild!
Myself, from brimming eyes I laughed to you
Those moments, among all, O lovely child,
Shall be my saddest, but my sweetest, too.
From "Birds in the Night" by Paul Verlaine, translated by Gertrude Hall. The complete poem is here.
Illustration by Martin van Maële, 1907.
3 comments:
LOVE Verlaine.
beautifully bittersweet.
love your blog.
Hi, Chaya--I love Verlaine, too. Somehow I forget him, and keep rediscovering.
It's nice to see you, Cat. Thank you. BTW, that was a very fine post on LouLou--a great fragrance that doesn't get enough love!
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