Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud image source
Moonlight
Your soul is like a painter's landscape where
charming masks in shepherd mummeries
are playing lutes and dancing with an air
of being sad in their fantastic guise.
Even while they sing, all in a minor key,
of love triumphant and life's careless boon,
they seem in doubt of their felicity,
their song melts in the calm light of the moon,
the lovely melancholy light that sets
the little birds to dreaming in the tree
and among the statues makes the jets
of slender fountains sob with ecstasy.
The Original /French/:
Clair de la Lune
Votre âme est un paysage choisi
Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques
Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi
Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.
Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur
L'amour vainqueur et la vie opportune,
Ils n'ont pas l'air de croire à leur bonheur
Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,
Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres
Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau,
Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres.
I'm feeling nostalgic right now. Moonlight is one of my favorite poems. I recall several beautiful memories whenever I read it. Thanks @godflesh. You've made my day
I am glad to hear that :)
Beautiful poem . Thanks for the share. Loved this line -
" Even while they sing, all in a minor key,
of love triumphant and life's careless boon,
they seem in doubt of their felicity."
Thanks for including the original French poem, very instructive.
You are welcome :)
amazing your post, i like it @godflesh
Nice :)