Poems

Overcast

Overcast Are they blue, gray or green? Mysterious eyes (as if in fact you were looking through a mist) in alternation tender, dreamy, grim to match […]

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Spleen

Spleen I am like the king of a rainy country Rich, and yet powerless, young and yet most old Who, distrustful of the bows his tutors […]

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Spleen (IV)

Spleen (IV) Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle Sur l’esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis, Et que de l’horizon embrassant tout […]

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The Bad Monk

The Bad Monk On the great walls of ancient cloisters were nailed Murals displaying Truth the saint, Whose effect, reheating the pious entrails Brought to an […]

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