Parisian Sketches
The moon plastered hues For zinc
obtuse angles.
The moon plastered hues For zinc
obtuse angles.
Bits of smoke in the shape of five
came out thick and black high pointed roofs.
The sky was gray. The wind cried
As a bassoon.
As a bassoon.
the distance, a cautious and discreet cat meow
strange way and hail.
Me, I was, dreaming of the divine Plato
And Phidias
And Phidias
And Salamis and Marathon,
In the Eye of flashing blue gas lamps.
Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)
(Series: Poetry saturniens)
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