Stephane Mallarme
Stephane Mallarme
Stéphane Mallarmé; 18 March 1842 – 9 September 1898), whose real name was Étienne Mallarmé, was a French poet and critic. He was a major French symbolist poet, and his work anticipated and inspired several revolutionary artistic schools of the early 20th century, such as Cubism, Futurism, Dadaism, and Surrealism...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth18 March 1842
CountryFrance
lying flower precious-stones
O naked flower of my lips, you lie! I await a thing unknown or perhaps, unaware of the mystery and your cries you give, O lips, the supreme tortured moans of a childhood groping among its reveries to sort out finally its cold precious stones.
lying expression perfect
I have made a long enough descent into the void to speak with certainty. There is nothing but beauty--and beauty has only one perfect expression, Poetry. All the rest is a lie.
lying fall love-is
There is only beauty / and it has only one perfect expression / poetry. All the rest is a lie /except for those who live by the body, love, and, that love of the mind, friendship. For me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because its sensual delight falls back deliciously in my soul.
dream lying soul
Yes, I know, we are merely empty forms of matter, but we are indeed sublime in having invented God and our soul. So sublime, my friend, that I want to gaze upon matter, fully conscious that it exists, and yet launching itself madly into Dream, despite its knowledge that Dream has no existence, extolling the Soul and all the divine impressions of that kind which have collected within us from the beginning of time and proclaiming, in the face of the Void which is truth, these glorious lies!
language purer
To give a purer sense to the language of the tribe.
beauty delight enamored expression falls lie love perfect poet poetry rest sensual takes
There is only beauty -- and it has only one perfect expression -- poetry. All the rest is a lie --except for those who live by the body, love, and, that love of the mind, friendship. For me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because its sensual delight falls back deliciously in my soul.
hear song
But, O my soul, hear the song of the sailors.
The flesh, alas, is sad, and I have read all the books.
lonely reading mind
In reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation.
artist paper fronts
It is in front of the the paper that the artist creates himself.
fall love-is self
As for me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because this self-lust has a delightful dying fall in my soul.
book flesh alas
The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.
inspirational book reading
Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book.
ideas numbers splits
The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme.