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1928 · PDF PAGE 13

Little Poems in Prose

…l shuddering on the horizon is like a re- flection of my irremediable existence; the me- lodious monotony of the swell; all these things think by virtue of me, or I think by virtue of them (for in the vastness of the reverie the Ego is soon lost)—they think, I say, but musi- cally and picturesquely, without quibbles, syl- logisms, and deductions. At the same time these thoughts, whether they arise from myself or dart forth from things external, soon become too intense. En- ergy in pleasure creates uneasiness and posi- tive suffering. My nerves,…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 179

Little Poems in Prose

which makes one think of autumn suns, the beauty of well-ripened women, and Saint Mar- tin’s Summers. None of those who were present in the tav- ern of the Rue de la Villa-Hermosa will forget with what petulance the painter gave up his waistcoat to the poet, so well did he under- stand what a fine thing it was to sing of the poor dogs. Just so did a magnificent Italian tyrant in the Good Age offer to the divine Aretino either a dagger crusted with precious stones or a mantle fit to wear at Court in exchange for a well-wrought sonnet or a curiou…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 112

Little Poems in Prose

…is head was convulsively crooked over one shoulder; his blood-suffused face, and his eyes, wide open, with affrightening fixity, made me think at the first moment that he was alive. To take him down was not so easy a task as you might think; he was already quite stiff, and I had an inexplicable repugnance to let him fall roughly to the ground. I was obliged to hold him up entirely with one arm, and to cut the cord with my free hand; but when that was done, all was not done; the little monster had employed a very thin string, which had cut deepl…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 159

Little Poems in Prose

… and impudently crown himself therewith. To make anyone happy— there is a pleasure for you! And above all, a person at whom I can laugh. Think of Yeats, or Noyes, or Masefield—Jove! that would be funny!”

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1928 · PDF PAGE 141

Little Poems in Prose

of the vague but eternal charm of her boyish breast. Worn out perhaps, but not weary, and al- ways heroic, she makes one think of those splendid thoroughbreds which the eye of the true lover of horses can recognize even in the shafts of a cab or a dray. And then she is so sweet and fervent; she loves as one loves in autumn; one would say that the approach of winter kindles a new fire in her heart, and the servility of her tenderness has no element that might weary one therein.

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1928 · PDF PAGE 39

Little Poems in Prose

…are of King Stork, who will crunch you and swallow you and kill at his pleasure! “Poet as I am, I am not the dupe that you would like to think; and if you weary me too often with your affected complainings I will treat you like a wild woman of the woods or throw you out of the window like an empty bottle.”

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1928 · PDF PAGE 166

Little Poems in Prose

…LD THIS life is a hospital where every sick man is possessed with the desire to bear his suffer- ings in front of the stove, and another thinks that he will get better beside the window. It seems to me that I should always be well wherever I am not; and this question of re- moval is one which I ceaselessly discuss with my soul. Say, my soul,—poor deluded soul, what do you think of going and living in Lisbon? It must be warm there, and you would become as lively as a lizard. It is on the waterside; they say that it is built of marble, and that t…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 133

Little Poems in Prose

…depths of shadow. I would compare her to a black sun; if one could imagine a black star that shed light and happiness; but she makes one think more readily of the moon, which doubtless has marked her with its fearful influence. Not the white idyllic moon, which resembles a cold bride, but the sinister, intoxicating moon, hung from the height of a stormy night and jostled

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1928 · PDF PAGE 128

Little Poems in Prose

…e- gretted their faithless and sullen wives, their squalling offspring. They were all so obsessed by the image of the absent land that I think they would have eaten grass more enthusiasti- cally than do cattle. At last we sighted the

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1928 · PDF PAGE 90

Little Poems in Prose

…u would like to know why I hate you to-day; it would doubtless be less easy for you to understand than for me to explain, for you are, I think, the finest example of feminine denseness that one might meet in a long day’s march. We had passed a long day together which had seemed short to me; we had promised ourselves that we should have all our thoughts in common, and that thenceforward our two souls should be no more than one. A dream which has nothing original about it, after all, unless it be that, imagines by all men, it has been realized by…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 70

Little Poems in Prose

… “Because, because!” replied the incensed Fairy, turning her back upon him, and rejoining her companions, she said to them, “What do you think of this empty-headed little French- woman who wishes to understand everything; and who, having obtained for his son the best of all gifts, still dares to ask questions and to discuss the inscrutable?”

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1928 · PDF PAGE 122

Little Poems in Prose

… also because I was afraid of being caught before getting out- side France.” His three comrades showed little interest, which gave me to think “This little fellow is al- ready an unintelligible.” I looked at him atten- tively; in his eye and upon his brow there sate some precocious hint of doom, a thing which generally disarms, so to say, and which, I know not why, excited me to the point that for an instant I had a bizarre idea that I might have a brother unknown to myself. The sun was set. The solemn night was fal- ling; the children parted, …

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1928 · PDF PAGE 82

Little Poems in Prose

…mpany.” “Nearly all our misfortunes come to us from our not having the sense to remain in our chamber,” says another wise man, Pascal, I think; thus summoning back into the cell of meditation all these wrong-headed persons who seek happiness in movement and in a prostitution which, if I were willing to speak the beautiful language of my epoch, I might call fraternitatal.

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1928 · PDF PAGE 79

Little Poems in Prose

…bears in himself the inquietude of everlasting little-ease, and though he were dowered with all the honours that republics can bestow, I think that the twi- light would still inflame in him a burning desire of imaginary distinctions. The night which brings shadows, which brought shadows into their minds, makes light in mine. And though it is not so rare to see the same cause beget two

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1928 · PDF PAGE 163

Little Poems in Prose

… other next you will give me your portrait, won’t you darling?” “But,” said I to her, pursuing in my turn my own fixed idea, “why do you think I am a doc- tor?” “Because you are so nice, and so kind to women.” “Singular logic,” said I to myself. “Oh, I am hardly ever deceived, I have known ever so many of them. I love doctors so much, that although I am not ill I sometimes go and see them just for the pleasure of seeing them. Some of them say coldly to me, ‘There is nothing the matter with you,’ but there are others who understand me because I …

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1928 · PDF PAGE 38

Little Poems in Prose

…an- other fate. “Now, between ourselves, my affected dar- ling; to see the hells with which the world is crowded, what do you wish me to think of your pretty hell? You who rest only upon materials as soft as your own skin; eat nothing but well- cooked food, carefully carved by a clever ser- vant. “And all these little sighs which swell your perfumed breast, what can they mean for me, great strong coquette that you are? And all these affectations that you have learned from books, and this indefatigable melancholy, fit to inspire who looks upon i…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 178

Little Poems in Prose

…blican dictionary might equally well call “worthies,” if only the republic who, too much occupied with the happiness of men, had time to think of the honour of dogs. And how many times have I thought that there was perhaps somewhere—who knows af- ter all?—to recompense so much courage, so much patience, so much toil, a special Paradise for the good dogs, the poor dogs, the sorry and unfriendly dogs. Does not Swedenborg say that there is one for Turks and another for Dutchmen? The shepherds of Virgil and Theocritus ex- pected as the prize of the…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 65

Little Poems in Prose

… coquetry. Luxury, freedom from care, and the custom of seeing wealth on all sides of them, make these children so pretty that one might think them made of another clay than the children of the middle or the poorer class. Beside him lay in the grass a splendid toy, as fresh as its master; varnished, gilded, dressed in a purple robe and covered with plumes and beads; but the child was paying no attention to his chosen toy. And here is what he was looking at. On the other side of the pale, on the road, among the thistles and net- tles, there was …

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1928 · PDF PAGE 69

Little Poems in Prose

…rgot to tell you that the distribution in these solemn cases is without appeal, and that no one may refuse a gift. All the Fairies rose, thinking that their spell of hard labour was at an end, for there re- mained no more presents, no more bounties to throw among all this human trash, when a brave fellow, a poor little tradesman I think, rose, and catching her by her robe of many- coloured smoke the Fairy who was nearest to him, cried, “Ah, dear Lady, you are forgetting us, there is still my little child; I should be sorry to have come here for…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 147

Little Poems in Prose

…ave possibly neglected—I mean the comic side of love; a side which does not ex- clude admiration. I admired my last mistress more than I think you hated or loved yours. And everyone admired her as much as I did. When we went into a restaurant, at the end of some minutes everyone forgot to eat in order to look at her. The waiters themselves, and the lady at the cash-desk, felt the contagious ec- stasy so strangely that they would forget their duties. In short, I lived for some time alone with a living phenomenon. She ate, chewed,

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