Dream, Translation of Paul Verlaine's Poem: Reve

Dream I give up writing poetry ! I’m going to be rich tomorrow. I’d rather others took over the tow : Who wishes ! Who wishes my double to be ? Worthwhile endeavour, I dare testify : Long hours given to the promenade While attempting to rhyme a ballade, I spent late nights and far away did lie. Under a lucid and clear moon, The bridges insidiously glowed, The waters’ waves graciously flowed. Paris : gay as a cemetery’s gloom. All this good fortune, I renounce And I bequeath to the Young my lyre ! Children ! To my delirium be the heir. Me, I inherit the seductor’s mantle at once. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013