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Written by Stephane Mallarme | Create an image from this poem

Apparition

 La lune s'attristait.
Des s?raphins en pleurs R?vant, l'archet aux doigts, dans le calme des fleurs Vaporeuses, tiraient de mourantes violes De blancs sanglots glissant sur l'azur des corolles.
—C'?tait le jour b?ni de ton premier baiser.
Ma songerie aimant ? me martyriser s'enivrait savamment du parfum de tristesse Que m?me sans regret et sans d?boire laisse La cueillaison d'un R?ve au coeur qui l'a cueilli.
J'errais donc, l'oeil riv? sur le pav? vieilli Quand avec du soleil aux cheveux, dans la rue Et dans le soir, tu m'es en riant apparue Et j'ai cru voir la f?e au chapeau de clart? Qui jadis sur mes beaux sommeils d'enfant g?t? Passait, laissant toujours de ses mains mal ferm?es Neiger de blancs bouquets d'?toiles parfum?es.