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    Paul Verlaine
    Paul Verlaine
    Paul Verlaine
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    Paul Verlaine

    By O. F. Theis and Stefan Zweig

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    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      Paul Verlaine - O. F. Theis

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Paul Verlaine, by Stefan Zweig

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      Title: Paul Verlaine

      Author: Stefan Zweig

      Translator: O. F. Theis

      Release Date: November 15, 2010 [EBook #34327]

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      Language: English

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      PAUL VERLAINE, 1895

      (Zorn)

      PAUL VERLAINE

      By STEFAN ZWEIG

      Authorized Translation by

      O. F. THEIS

      LUCE AND COMPANY

      BOSTON

      MAUNSEL AND CO., LTD.

      DUBLIN and LONDON

      Copyright, 1913,

      By L. E. Bassett

      Boston, Mass., U. S. A.

      PAUL VERLAINE

      PAUL VERLAINE

      PRELUDE

      The works of great artists are silent books of eternal truths. And thus it is indelibly written in the face of Balzac, as Rodin has graven it, that the beauty of the creative gesture is wild, unwilling and painful. He has shown that great creative gifts do not mean fulness and giving out of abundance. On the contrary the expression is that of one who seeks help and strives to emancipate himself. A child when afraid thrusts out his arms, and those that are falling hold out the hand to passers-by for aid; similarly, creative artists project their sorrows and joys and all their sudden pain which is greater than their own strength. They hold them out like a net with which to ensnare, like a rope by which to escape. Like beggars on the street weighed down with misery and want, they give their words to passers-by. Each syllable gives relief because they thus project their own life into that of strangers. Their fortune and misfortune, their rejoicing and complaint, too heavy for them, are sown in the destiny of others—man and woman. The fertilizing germ is planted at this moment which is simultaneously painful and happy, and they rejoice. But the origin of this impulse, as of all others, lies in need, sweet, tormenting need, over-ripe painful force.

      No poet of recent years has possessed this need of expressing his life to others, more imperatively, pitifully, or tragically than Paul Verlaine, because no other poet was so weak to the press of destiny. All his creative virtue is reversed strength; it is weakness. Since he could not subdue, the plaint alone remained to him; since he could not mould circumstances, they glimmer in naked, untamed, humanly-divine beauty through his work. Thus he has achieved a primæval lyricism—pure humanity, simple complaint, humbleness, infantile lisping, wrath and reproach; primitive sounds in sublime form, like the sobbing wail of a beaten child, the uneasy cry of those who are lost, the plaintive call of the solitary bird which is thrown out into the dusk of evening.

      Other poets have had a wider range. There have been the criers who with a clarion horn call together the wanderers on all the highways, the magicians who weave notes like the rustling of leaves, the soughing of winds and the bubbling of water, and the masters who embrace all the wisdom of life in dark sayings. He possessed nothing but the sign-manual of the weak who have need of another, the gestures of a beggar. But in all their accents and nuances, in him, these became wonderful. In him were the low grumbling of the weak man, sometimes closely akin to the sorrowful mumbling of the drunkard, the tender flute notes of vague and melancholic yearning, as well as the hard accusing hammering against his own heart. There were in him the flagellant strokes of the penitent as well as the intimate prayers of thanksgiving which poor women murmur on church steps. Other poets have been so interwoven with the universal that it is impossible to distinguish whether really great storms trembled in their breasts, whether the sea rolled within them, or again, whether it was not their words, which made the meadows shudder, and which, as a breeze, went tenderly over the fields. They were the vivifying poets, the synthesizers—divinities by the marvel of creation, and its priests.

      Verlaine was always only a human being, a weak human being, who did not even know how to count the transgressions of his own heart. It was this very lack of individuality, however, which produced something much rarer—the purely and entirely human.

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