Colloque Sentimental

Translated by Aleister Crowley, from the French of Paul Verlaine
Drawing by Sydney Joseph

Vanity Fair, September 1915, Vol. 5 No. 1, p 66

 

In the ancient, frozen, solitary park

Two figures passed anon—now mark!;

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Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and gray;

One scarce can hear the words they say!

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In the ancient, frozen, solitary park;

Two ghosts evoke the past—oh, hark!

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“Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow?

Seest thou my soul in dreams, dear?”—“No.”

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“Ah! the fair days of joyance and of gree

When our mouths kissed, ah, kissed!”—“Maybe!”

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“How blue the sky was, as our hope was clear!”

“Hope has gone down to Hell’s nadir.”

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So, in the foolish aleys they conferred,

And only midnight overheard.

 

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