PHRASES

When the world is reduced to a single dark wood for our four eyes' astonishment, — a beach for two faithful children, — a musical house for one pure sympathy, — I shall find you.

Should there be here below but a single old man, handsome and calm in the midst of incredible luxury, I shall be at your feet.

Should I have realized all your memories, — should I be the one who can bind you hand and foot, — I shall strangle you.

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When we are very strong, — who draws back? very gay, — who cares for ridicule? When we are very bad, — what would they do with us?

Deck yourself, dance, laugh. I could never throw Love out of the window.

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My comrade, beggar girl, monster child! O it's all one to you these unhappy women, these wiles and my discomfiture. Bind yourself to us with your impossible voice, your voice! sole soother of this vile despair.

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An overcast morning in July. A taste of ashes flies through the air; — an odor of sweating wood on the hearth, — dew-ret flowers — devastation along the promenades — the mist of the canals over the fields — why not incense and toys already?

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I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

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The upland pond smokes continuously. What witch will rise against the white west sky? What violet frondescence fall?

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While public funds evaporate in feasts of fraternity, a bell of rosy fire rings in the clouds.

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Reviving a pleasant taste of INdia ink, a black powder rains on my vigil. I lower the jets of the chandelier, I throw myself on my bed, and turning my face towards the darkness, I see you, my daughters! my queens!