A line of french poetry

“Il pleure dans mon coeur comme il pleure sur la ville”

-Paul Verlaine

does any one have any favorite lines or poems theyd like to share?

emily

Oh, so so many.

W.B. Yeats:
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Emily Brontë:
Oh, dreadful is the check - intense the agony -
When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see;
When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again,
The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.

Edna St. Vincent Millay:
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

Tennyson

“The stars,” she whispers, “blindly run;
A web is woven across the sky;
From out waste places comes a cry,
And murmurs from the dying sun…”

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