Your soul is a chosen landscape Where charming masked and costumed figures go Playing the lute and dancing … - Paul Verlaine

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With watercolour, you can't cover up the marks. There's the story of the construction of the picture, and then the picture might tell another story as well.

Paul Verlaine

Your soul is a chosen landscape Where charming masked and costumed figures go Playing the lute and dancing and almost Sad beneath their fantastic disguises. All sing in a minor key Of all-conquering love and careless fortune They do not seem to believe in their happiness And their song mingles with the moonlight. The still moonlight, sad and beautiful, Which gives the birds to dream in the trees And makes the fountain sprays sob in ecstasy, The tall, slender fountain sprays among the marble statues.

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