Nerval had his ups and downs, nervous breakdowns and penury. He wrote some regrettable poetry, made a translation of Faust that Goethe apparently considered superior to his original, knew serial unrequited love, and then produced in Les Chimères a set of sonnets that are quite remarkable.
Ride with the classical references and let through the esoteric power, immediacy and music: “Je suis le Ténébreux, - le Veuf, - l’Inconsolé, Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la Tour abolie: Ma seule Étoile est morte, - et mon luth constellé Porte le Soleil noir de la Mélancolie.” (El Desdichado) Yowza! Nerval deserves a mention in any history of French Romanticism for having a pet lobster which he took for walks in Paris. He liked Thibault the lobster because it knew “the secrets of the deep.” Comments are closed.
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