Stephane Mallarme
Stephane Mallarme
Stéphane Mallarmé; 18 March 1842 – 9 September 1898), whose real name was Étienne Mallarmé, was a French poet and critic. He was a major French symbolist poet, and his work anticipated and inspired several revolutionary artistic schools of the early 20th century, such as Cubism, Futurism, Dadaism, and Surrealism...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth18 March 1842
CountryFrance
hear song
But, O my soul, hear the song of the sailors.
beauty delight enamored expression falls lie love perfect poet poetry rest sensual takes
There is only beauty -- and it has only one perfect expression -- poetry. All the rest is a lie --except for those who live by the body, love, and, that love of the mind, friendship. For me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because its sensual delight falls back deliciously in my soul.
dream action influence
Dreams have as much influences as actions.
dream lying soul
Yes, I know, we are merely empty forms of matter, but we are indeed sublime in having invented God and our soul. So sublime, my friend, that I want to gaze upon matter, fully conscious that it exists, and yet launching itself madly into Dream, despite its knowledge that Dream has no existence, extolling the Soul and all the divine impressions of that kind which have collected within us from the beginning of time and proclaiming, in the face of the Void which is truth, these glorious lies!
paint produce effects
Paint, not the thing but the effect which it produces.
teacher soul needs
Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.
dice
All thoughts emit a throw of dice
hands poetic pure
The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.
night names soul
A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright, To exist again, it’s enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
dice chance abolish
A throw of the dice will never abolish chance.
ideas numbers splits
The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme.
The flesh, alas, is sad, and I have read all the books.