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MONNA ROSA

                                    Elle est seule au boudoir
                                    En bandeaux d’or liquide,
                                    En robe d’or fluide
                                    Sur fond blanc dans le soir
                                    Teinté d’or vert et noir.

                                    Un pot bleu japonise
                                    Délicieusement
                                    Dont s’élance gaiment
                                    Dans l’atmosphère exquise
                                    Oû l’âme s’adonise

                                    Un flot mélodieux
                                    Selon le rhythme juste—
                                    De roses, chœur auguste,
                                    Bouquet insidieux
                                    Au conseil radieux!

                                    Elle, belle comme elles,
                                    Les roses, n’élit plus
                                    Dans ses cheveux élus
                                    Qu’une de ces fleurs belles
                                    Comme elle, et de ciseaux
                                    Prestes, tels des oiseaux,

                                    La coupe ou, mieux, la cueille
                                    Avec le soin charmant
                                    D’y laisser joliment
                                    La grâce d’une feuille
                                    Verte comme le soir
                                    Noir et or du boudoir.

                                                                                                Cependant

                                                                                                        19

                                    Cependant que persiste
                                    La splendeur, à côté,
                                    Du plumage bleuté
                                    De l’orgueil, qui s’attriste,
                                    D’un paon jadis vainqueur
                                    Aux jardins de ce cœur.

                                                                                                PAUL VERLAINE.

PARIS, Sept. 1895.

MLA citation:

Verlaine, Paul. “Monna Rosa.” The Pageant, 1896, pp. 14-19. Pageant Digital Edition, edited by Frederick King and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2019-2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021. https://1890s.ca/pag1_verlaine_monnarosa/