Little Poems in Prose

V THE DOUBLE ROOM A ROOM which resembles a reverie; a truly spiritual room, where the hushed atmosphere is faintly tinged with rose and blue. The soul takes therein a bath of laziness, rendered aromatic by regret and by desire. It is something like twilight; somewhat blue, somewhat rosy. A dream of pleasure at the hour of the eclipse! The articles of furniture have long, low, lan- guid shapes; one would say that they dream; they seem endowed, as vegetables and miner- als are, with a somnambulistic life. The cover- ings speak with the same silent language as flowers, skies, and sunsets. On the walls no artistic abomination; as compared with pure dream, unanalysed im- pression, definite and positive art is a blas- phemy. Here everything has the suffering clearness and the delicious obscurity of har- mony. An infinitesimal scent of the most exquisite kind, in which is mingled a very slight mois- ture, swims in this atmosphere, where the