Stéphane Mallarmé cytaty

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„Tobie to dziecko nocy Edomskiej powierzam, czarne z krwawiącym skrzydłem i odarte z pierza.”

„Rzut kości nigdy nie obali przypadku.”

„To nie z myśli, mój drogi, robi się wiersze. Robi się je ze słów.”

„Każda myśl jest przypadkiem.”

„Nadać nowego blasku słowom potocznej mowy.”

„Prawdą człowieka jest przede wszystkim to, co ukrywa.”

„Myśl, ma dręczycielka, w balsamicznym trunku
Smutków pławiła serce na sen tajemniczy:
Aby nawet bez żału, bez łez, bez goryczy
Ostawiło zerwany sen, – że go zerwało.”

“I, proud of my rumour, for long I will talk
Of goddesses; and by picturings idolatrous,
From their shades unloose yet more of their girdles:
So when of grapes the clearness I've sucked,
To banish regret by my ruse disavowed,
Laughing, I lift the empty bunch to the sky,
Blowing into its luminous skins and athirst
To be drunk, till the evening I keep looking through.
Oh nymphs, we diverse MEMORIES refill.”

“How, save through obscure
Terrors, imagine more implacable still
And as a suppliant the god who some day will
Receive the gift of your grace! and for whom,
Devoured by anguish, do you keep the unknown
Splendor and mystery of your being?”

“My breast, though proofless, still attests a bite
Mysterious, due to some august tooth;
But enough! for confidant such mystery chose
The great double reed which one plays 'neath the blue.”

“Degas was discussing poetry with Mallarmé; "It isn't ideas I'm short of… I've got too many", said Degas. "But Degas," replied Mallarmé, "you can't make a poem with ideas. … You make it with words.”

“The flesh is sorrowful, alas! And I've read all the books.”