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- THIS?
- What?…
- - Shakespeare
- Essays? —Now then, I’ve never essayed!
- A study? —Lazily I’ve never forayed.
- Volume? —Too brocaded to be well relayed.
- Copy? —Alas no, this isn’t paid!
- A poem? —Thank you, but I’ve pawned my lyre.
- A book? —A book too, how would that transpire?
- Papers? —No, no, thank God, that’s clear as the day!
- Album? —This isn’t plain, and it’s ever too frayed.
- Rhymed ends? —To what end? …And this isn’t kind!
- A work? —It isn’t polite nor is it refined.
- Songs? —How I’d like to, oh my little Muse!
- Pastime? —And so you think me amused?
- —Verses? …you’ve varnished the vermin… —No, that’s jerky.
- —Oh, so you’ve chased after Originality?
- —No, sh’s a rather silly silliness,—off the avenues—
- Which flees ever more, as soon as she feels pursued.
- —Pure chic? —And who would teach me its dealings!
- —High flight? Falling sickness? —I’ve neither rales nor wings!
- —Something to put at the door —…Or at a bordello
- —Or a house of correction? —Oh, but no!
- —Alright, it’s not classical? —Barely is it French!
- —Amateur? —Do I look to you like a man of achievements?
- Is it old? —It doesn’t have forty years of service…
- Is it young? —With age, one heals from that vice.
- …THIS, it’s naively an impudent pose;
- This is, or isn’t thither: nothing, or who knows…
- —A masterpiece? —It’s possible: I haven’t made one yet.
- —But is it a Huron, a Gagne, or a Musset?
- —It’s a… but there I’ve put the name of this humble author,
- And neither does my child have a title to be a liar.
- It’s a stroke of luck, right or wrong, all by hazard…
- Art doesn’t know me. I don’t know Art.
- The police prefecture, 20 May 1873
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