Paul Verlaine:
Poetics
prefers music to everything else, 
pursued the odd syllable, inaccurate,
more agile and more soluble in the breeze,
free to drag-and weight and pose.
Let your word be an indecisive and equivocal
Incidentally, if you decide.
Nothing more beautiful than the song gray
undecided where he should join him.
Behind the veil, looks beautiful.
At midday, a flickering light.
A warm autumn sky outlines
a confusing clear blue stars.
Matiz, chiaroscuro, glazing alone. Nothing
color. Only the nuances.
up happy couples Hue
between sleep and dream, between flute and viola.
Get rid of the top killer, grace
rictus of cruel and ice,
they would mourn the eyes of heaven with all that garlic
bad kitchen.
amordázala Take the rhetoric. Subject
rhyming, and give a sense that starfruit
sound vain,
that if we, how far will he go?
Rimbaud: Vowels 
A black, E white, and red, U green, O blue: vowels,
someday tell your secret origin;
A, black hairy corset of shining flies
that move around fetideces cruel,
shadowy gulfs; E, whiteness of clouds and shops,
ice spears fierce, white kings, shivers of umbrella;
I, purple, blood, sputum, beautiful lips laugh
in terrible anger or drunkenness sensual
U, cycles, divine vibrations of greenish sea,
peace strewn field animals, Peace of wrinkles
that alchemy deeply imprinted on their foreheads;
O supreme strange shrill clarion ,
silence pierced by Angels and Worlds,
O, Omega, violet reflection of their eyes!
De Rimbaud Verlaine said: The man with soles of wind. It is useless to pursue. Such is his speed that no one ever do so. I could not be achieved through crime.
When they met In 1871 Paul was twenty-seven and Arthur seventeen. Soon they felt about each other a strong sexual attraction, which joined the common passion for the drink, poetry and men. Soon formed a couple empathic but stormy. Maintained a relationship that bordered on delirium and nightmare. Taking hashish, absinthe and wormwood to overcome the limits of reason, good and evil, and social prejudices of a world bourgeois, decadent and absurd.
Shortly after arriving in Paris the provincial Rimbaud fell out with all Parnassians, which considered it too rough. A poet named Attal approached him one day to teach some lines that had writing and Arthur answered with a spit. The evenings in the cafes were disastrous. The child prodigy is revealed as a bully, a madman and a provocateur.
not sit well with anyone and especially not sit well with Paul's family, who saw it as a bad influence and as a rival. The wife of Paul, of course, did not lack reason.
of theirs was a love-hate relationship that ended tragically, and tragically also the end of their lives. In the two years of the relationship they hurt each other. There was abuse, tears, regrets, comings and goings of various cities in Europe, trips that ended in returns, scandals which were made public, and especially great pain madness.
is famous episode of the three shots on Rimbaud Verlaine. From them we can infer the extent to which Paul was caught by the attraction he exerted on the child Arthur. Nor would it be very unreasonable to say that Paul Verlaine had to be a weak and contradictory man, a helpless being pampered and deeply unstable, in need of a permanent authority to guide him to be strong, yet non-conformist, suspicious and a strong desire independence. Took place in Brussels in 1873. Paul had threatened suicide several days earlier, Verlaine Mom came to the aid of his son, and Rimbaud, and responding to the pleas of his friend after the last farewell. As they were together again began the torture. Alcohol, sex and fighting. The final was decided with three shots, Arthur injured hand by a bullet and a sentence of two years hard labor.
seen again only once more, in 1875 upon leaving the prison Verlaine. By then it was finished. That night was spent in a drunken spree lashed formidable anthology and a fist fight that finally settled the chaos of his anguished relationship.
The end of their lives has written many times. Deserve to be part of a glorious anthology of the decline of the celebrities.
Arthur Rimbaud gave up poetry and did not write any more. He became one of those strange beings always persecuted for their destination, was an adventurer and a man of action. So once again proved that every few years seemed to tire of being who he was. Died at thirty-seven year old and with only one leg, from terrible pain as a result of a bone tumor that was declared in the knee and moved quickly through the body.
Paul Verlaine knew the gradual deterioration of his talent and his person. He died all alone at fifty-two years old, syphilitic, drunk and ruined.
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