In the Grotto, Poem by Paul Verlaine

Poem by Paul Verlaine Collection Fêtes galantesThemes DeathPeriod 19th century

There! I kill myself at your knees!
For my distress is infinite,
And the dreadful tigress of Hyrcania
Is a lamb compared to you.

Yes, here, cruel Clymene,
This blade, which in many battles
Brought down so many Scipios and Cyruses,
Will end my life and my pain!
Do I even need it
To descend to the Elysian Fields?
Did Love not pierce with sharpened arrows
My heart, as soon as your eye lit upon me?

Paul Verlaine

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