Love
Sur L'Herbe
Translated by Gertrude Hall (1895) · From Fêtes galantes (1869)
"The abbe 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."--
"Abbe, 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?"
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Verlaine, Paul. “Sur L'Herbe.” Translated by Gertrude Hall. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/verlaine/1/.
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Verlaine, Paul. “Sur L'Herbe.” Translated by Gertrude Hall. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/verlaine/1/.
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