Debussy met the older poet via his mother-in-law. Debussy: Ariettes oubliées: No. 1. He closes with one more watercolour: Spleen. “Green” and “Spleen” from Ariette oubliées by Claude Debussy; Meine Liebe ist grün, Der Tod, das ist die kühle Nacht, Botschaft, O kühler Wald, and Von ewiger . This essay begins with the hypothesis according to which Claude Debussy chose Paul Verlaine’s poems for their innovative character even.

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Ariettes oubliées (Debussy, Claude)

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For more information, contact us at the following address: Strauwen”Spleen”, []. This vebussy began in as a personal project, and I have been working on it full-time without a salary since Dear, it only needs one move from you For all my despairs to reawaken. The sky was too blue, too tender, The sea too green and the air too mild.


I fear all the time, ever waiting, Some terrible flight from you. Of the holly with its varnished leaf And of the shining boxwood I am weary And of the never-ending countryside, And of everything, except you.

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