SADNESS OF SUMMER - Stéphane Mallarmé Poems


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Mingling a potion for his thirst in the sun
Dries on your cheek the tears with perfume straying,
My sweet opponent! languorously fordone,
Bathed in your warm hair, love's fatigue allaying.

The stillness of burning hair, the half-won kiss
Have saddened you, and now I hear you saying:
"We two shall never lie embalmed as one
Beneath the eternal sand and palm trees playing."

Yet in your warm golden hair, downward flowing,
I find Nirvana and leave you unknowing,
And drown unfaltering my soul, my bane;

And taste your darkened lashes smudged with tears
And drugging the heart you pierced with joy and pain,
Take on the hardness of these azure spheres.