31 Quotes by Paul Verlaine

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.

A poem is really a kind of machine for producing the poetic state by means of words.

I love this word decadence, all shimmering in purple and gold. It suggests the subtle thoughts of ultimate civilization, a high literary culture, a soul capable of intense pleasures. It throws off bursts of fire and the sparkle of precious stones. It is redolent of the rouge of courtesans, the games of the circus, the panting of the gladiators, the spring of wild beasts, the consuming in flames of races exhausted by their capacity for sensation, as the tramp of an invading army sounds.

Prends l’e loquence et tords-lui son cou! Take eloquence and break its neck!