This poet wrote about the lute that "under the dreamer's golden canopy" could "from its belly alone / give birth to you like a son" in the poem "A Lace Curtain Self-Destructs." One of this poet's speakers argues for the superiority of imagination to reality by noting, "My hunger, feasting on no present fruits / finds in their learned lack an equal zest" in a poem opening "My old books closed once more on Paphos' name," while his poem "Sea-Breeze" notably begins, "The flesh is sad, alas! And I have read all the books." The speaker of another poem asserts, "The Poet revives with a naked sword his age…even as Eternity brings him at last to Himself" while looking at a monument to that poet. This poet wrote the unfinished prose poem (*) Dice Thrown Never Will Annul Chance and the aforementioned "The Tomb of Edgar Poe," but his best known poem ends with the speaker lamenting, "Adieu, you two. I shall see the shade you
This poet wrote about the lute that "under the dreamer's golden canopy" could "from its belly alone / give birth to you like a son" in the poem "A Lace Curtain Self-Destructs." One of this poet's speakers argues for the superiority of imagination to reality by noting, "My hunger, feasting on no present fruits / finds in their learned lack an equal zest" in a poem opening "My old books closed once more on Paphos' name," while his poem "Sea-Breeze" notably begins, "The flesh is sad, alas! And I have read all the books." The speaker of another poem asserts, "The Poet revives with a naked sword his age…even as Eternity brings him at last to Himself" while looking at a monument to that poet. This poet wrote the unfinished prose poem (*) Dice Thrown Never Will Annul Chance and the aforementioned "The Tomb of Edgar Poe," but his best known poem ends with the speaker lamenting, "Adieu, you two. I shall see the shade you are" after letting two nymphs he hoped to ravish escape. For 10 points, name this French poet of "The Afternoon of the Faun."
This poet wrote about the lute that "under the dreamer's golden canopy" could "from its belly alone / give birth to you like a son" in the poem "A Lace Curtain Self-Destructs."
{Stéphane Mallarmé}