Things were not going very well on that day in January 1896 at 39 rue Descartes.
Paul Verlaine is, once again, bedridden.
Boredom, fatigue, pain, and here it is that summons happy days, they were many, his dramas and his passions, they were endless.
We must forget for a few moments this feverish old man, he is however only 51 years old, and remember the tempestuous young man, the emotional lover who shot Rimbaud, the unworthy son who made his mother suffer so much, all that constitutes Paul Verlaine, unanimously elected prince of poets.
Alain Dulot does not write yet another biography, far from it, he rather opens an intimate album, and, by addressing himself directly to the one who composed the most famous verses, makes us enter into his daily life.
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