Moodboard: Tom Verlaine – Seashells

From One Hundred And One Poems by Paul Verlaine:

Each seashell in the walls where we
Made love – our grotto rendezvous –
Has its own special property,

One has our souls’ deep crimson hue
Snatched from our hearts’ blood when I flare
And flame with passion, as do you;

This one affects the look you wear –
Languid and pale – when, listless, spent,
You scold me for my mocking air;

This one would sport the innocent
Curve of your ear; that one, like bud
Of rose, your neck’s: pink, corpulent;

But one there was that fired my blood.


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