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Read the poem: “Sur L’herbe”

by Paul Verlaine

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Sur L’herbe


“The abbé rambles.”—”You, marquis,
Have put your wig on all awry.”—
“This wine of Cyprus kindles me
Less, my Camargo, than your eye!”

“My passion”—”Do, mi, sol, la, si.”—
“Abbé, your villany lies bare.”—
“Mesdames, I climb up yonder tree
And fetch a star down, I declare.”

“Let each kiss his own lady, then
The others.”—”Would that I were, too,
A lap-dog!”—”Softly, gentlemen!”—
“Do, mi.”—”The moon!”—”Hey, how d’ye do?”


Translated by Gertrude Hall



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