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“Just once in my life a man tried to embrace me. It was horrible! He had big boots, a heavy belt, huge gloves. Faugh! Oh, let's not talk about men.”

Renée Vivien

Quoted in Mercure de France, I-XII (1953), trans. Jeannette H. Foster (1977)

“Goddess who delights in the ruin of the rose,
Prolong the night!”

Renée Vivien

Déesse à qui plaît la ruine des roses,
Prolonge la nuit !
Prolonge la Nuit http://www.reneevivien.com/evocations.html#feuilles (Prolong the Night), trans. Margaret Porter
Évocations http://www.reneevivien.com/evocations.html (1903)

“I'm not logical. I'm infected with the romantic fever. It began in my teens when I read Baudelaire in secret, in a country boarding school in England from which I slipped away by climbing over the wall. I was fifteen, the same age as Juliet--a Juliet for whom Romeo had no attraction.”

Renée Vivien

Quoted in Mercure de France, I-XII (1953), trans. Jeannette H. Foster (1977)

“[Charles Brun] was so charming that I always write to him as "My dear Charlotte!"”

Renée Vivien

Quoted in Mercure de France, I-XII (1953), trans. Jeannette H. Foster (1977)

“What a disgrace to live at the beginning of the 20th century. … One is always influenced by one's own time. And ours is that of Sarah Bernhardt and Rostand. Things will be much better in another ten years. You will see a new art born, new and beautiful. You will see that, but I shall not. I shall be dead. But … Sarah Bernhardt will live forever, and go on playing L'AIGLON forever!”

Renée Vivien

Quoted in Mercure de France, I-XII (1953), trans. Jeannette H. Foster (1977)

“Men smell of leather. … The leather of huntsmen, furniture movers, porters.”

Renée Vivien

Quoted in Mercure de France, I-XII (1953), trans. Jeannette H. Foster (1977)

“Under the sun the summer grasses fade.
The rose, expiring after the harsh ravage
Of the heat, languishes toward the shade.
Sleep drips from the foliage.”

Renée Vivien

L’herbe de l’été pâlit sous le soleil.
La rose, expirant sous les âpres ravages
Des chaleurs, languit vers l’ombre, et le sommeil
Coule des feuillages.
La fraîcheur se glisse http://www.reneevivien.com/sapho.html#fraicheur (Coolness glides...), trans. Margaret Porter (1977)
Sapho http://www.reneevivien.com/sapho.html (1903)