Heres a virtual movie of the celebrated French Poet Paul Verlaine, (1844-1896)reading one of his much loved poems "Spleen" that comes from the collection "Romances sans paroles".The poem is read ex...
Heres a virtual movie of the celebrated French Poet Paul Verlaine, (1844-1896)reading one of his much loved poems "Spleen" that comes from the collection "Romances sans paroles".The poem is read excellently by Laurent Bieber.
Paul Verlaine was born in Metz, northeast France, where his father, an infantry captain, happened to be stationed. Verlaine was the only child, but there lived also with the family an orphan cousin, Elisa Déhee, whom the young poet later loved passionately. In 1851 the family moved to Paris, where he was sent to the lycée. At the age of 14 he read Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du mal, which influenced deeply his writing aspirations. He studied law, but gave up after two years and entered the civil service at the City Hall. In 1862 Verlaine received his bachelor's degree.
Verlaine whose stylistic innovations gave a new musicality to French poetry and laid the foundation for free verse and other experimental poetic techniques of the twentieth century. His tempestuous life of adventure, irresponsibility, emotional turmoil, drunkenness, sexual experimentation and yearning for salvation provided a blueprint for many avant garde writers such as the Beats.
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Jim Clark All rights are reserved on tghis video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008
Spleen.......
The roses were bright red The ivy deepest black.
My love, your slightest movement Rekindles my despair.
Too blue, the sky, too soft, The sea too green, too sweet the air.
And still I fear you'll vanish-- Such torture, waiting!
I'm tired of waxy-leaf holly, Of gleaming box-tree,
I'm tired of endless countryside, Of all, in fact, save you.
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Le rose erano tutte rosse e l'edera tutta nera. Cara, ti muovi appena e rinascono le mie angosce. Il cielo era troppo azzurro troppo tenero, e il mare troppo verde, e l'aria troppo dolce. Io sempre temo - e me lo debbo aspettare! qualche vostra fuga atroce. Dell'agrifoglio sono stanco dalle foglie laccate, del lustro bosso e dei campi sterminati, e poi di ogni cosa, ahimé! fuorché di voi
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e l'edera tutta nera.
Cara, ti muovi appena
e rinascono le mie angosce.
Il cielo era troppo azzurro
troppo tenero, e il mare
troppo verde, e l'aria
troppo dolce. Io sempre temo
- e me lo debbo aspettare!
qualche vostra fuga atroce.
Dell'agrifoglio sono stanco
dalle foglie laccate,
del lustro bosso e dei campi
sterminati, e poi
di ogni cosa, ahimé!
fuorché di voi
Glad tidings of the season.
Kind Regards
Jim
french regards.