Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.
I am the Empire at the end of the decadence.
I like this word decadent; all shimmering and purple and gold.
Prends l'e loquence et tords-lui son cou! Take eloquence and break its neck!
La musique avant toute chose.
A poem is really a kind of machine for producing the poetic state by means of words.