Art and Poetry - Monet and Verlaine

Claude Monet, “Spring”, 1886.
Paul Verlaine, "Green" in "Romances Without Words"

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches,
And then here is my heart, which beats only for you.
Don't tear it with your two white hands
And may the humble present be sweet to your beautiful eyes.

I arrive still covered in dew
Let the morning wind freeze my forehead.
Suffer my fatigue, at your feet rested,
Dream of dear moments that will relax her.

On your young breast let my head roll
All still resounding from your last kisses;
Let the good storm calm her down,
And let me sleep a little since you are resting.

Claude Monet, “Spring”, 1886.
Paul Verlaine, "Green" in "Romances Without Words"