And Last
For my heart,
never tired Of being or anyway
appearing, Whatever is
the case, tries to be Or to appear merry
and wild. But, better
than chasing after fortune It tightens,
this heart, hard as the bow Of the plaster
Love in the park you know, To release itself
in one and the other And other
things targets we Perceive in
the bellies of the clouds Dark and
roseate and blousy As such desires
in a heap. |
Paul Verlaine