BLACK CAT POEMS
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Too Red, Too Red the Roses Were
translated by Ludwig Lewisohn
Too red, too red the roses were,
Too black the ivy on the tree--
Dear, at the trembling of your hair
All my despair comes back to me.
Too blue and tender was the sky,
The sea too green, the air too sweet--
I always fear--why should not I?--
The cruel fleeing of your feet.
I am weary of leaves bright and dim,
Of shining box and sombre yew,
Of the horizon's endless rim,
And of all things but you ... but you ...
poems by Paul Verlaine