REGNIER Henri de (1864-1936). - Lot 197

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REGNIER Henri de (1864-1936). - Lot 197
REGNIER Henri de (1864-1936). 24 L.A.S. or cards, signed "Henri de Régnier", "HdR" or "H. de Régnier", with a signed autograph POEM, 1890-1901, to Pierre LOUŸS; about 50 pages in-12 or in-8 and a visiting card (3 letters on mourning paper), addresses and 17 envelopes (one letter crumpled and a bit torn). Beautiful literary and friendly correspondence. Henri de Régnier, six years older than Pierre Louÿs, played an important role in his life, both literary and sentimental. In 1890, the year of his entry into the Lettres, Louÿs made the acquaintance of Régnier whom he admired and who introduced him to the poet José-Maria de Heredia and then to the famous "attic" of Edmond de Goncourt. In these letters, the circle of their friends and relations is revived: Vielé-Griffin, André-Ferdinand Hérold, André Gide as a young romantic man, the painter Jacques-Émile Blanche, Paul Valéry, Whistler, and, of course, Stéphane Mallarmé, as well as José-Maria de HEREDIA who would become their father-in-law, Henri marrying Marie de Heredia (who would become Pierre's mistress), and Pierre marrying Louise. These charming missives begin with a bill (11.XII.1890) fixing an appointment for Louÿs' first visit to Heredia, "who wishes to talk with you about Ronsard". - On Sunday [April 25, 1891], concerning the review La Conque that Louÿs had just founded: "There is no reason why you should refuse the insertion that the Théâtre d'Art is asking for. You are not a combat magazine, so you don't have to protest"... - Monday [April 19, 1892]. Régnier sends and dedicates to his friend a prose poem or poetic tale of 18 lines, which he has just written, Les Paons d'Orphée : " As I know that you like Peacocks I send you these. The origin of these birds has been tormenting me for a long time and I have been trying to solve the enigma. This little story will be part of a volume that I started today and that will be called : The Tales of my Sister Goose. [...] The Peacocks of Orpheus. It is me who, at the edge of the river, one evening, raised in my pure and pious hands the head of the massacred Aède and who carried it during days, thus, until tiredness had bent me [...] Appeared, with, in my gesture, the fear of the sacrilege! and the head rolled among the frightened peacocks which rolled blooming the extraordinary prodigy that they had become because their ocellated feathers carried from then on and forever, radiating of unimaginable and vindicating stones "....- Château de Nazelles Monday [July 25], stay on the banks of the Loire with his friends Paul Adam, Vielé-Griffin and Hérold: "I live in a delightful room from which I see the whole plain and the towers of Amboise and I come down from there to write with Paul Adam and Griffin comedies à la Gyp from which we will derive a reputation of good humor and considerable profits. We have created for ourselves a society of gay puppets with whom we are always right and whose ridiculousness brightens up our afternoons. You, who have become a competent aesthete, should be indulgent of these low entertainments which are justified only by the Summer, the Touraine, and the old French spirit. The verse is out of order. Have you written in London? Have you started a drama for Sarah Bernhardt. You should. What a hermaphrodite she would be!"... - Paray-le-Monial [September 22]. "We visited Guérande the fallen, so sad in its old walls and Le Pouliguen so similar to the .../... colored engravings which represent it in the stations [...] I come back happy with this Brittany and with GIDE who behaved well and romantically there. He abandoned his hair to the wind of the seas and immoderately devoted himself to the pipe with the appearance of a coaster"... - September 28], when Louÿs is called up for military service, "before you leave for the hideous jobs that the Law wants to do with you under the pretext that you are neither one-eyed nor lame. I would have preferred to be both than to wear the uniform and I would have been a deserter in Belgium, so that instead of writing a more or less correct language I would have used the jargon of a Giraud or the heroic gibberish of a Verhaeren. Besides, our contemporaries have such a taste that the efforts one can make to satisfy the good are useless and of a superfluity really too generous. So I understand that instead of reading their works you take refuge in the groves of the Greek Muses and that you drink from their elegant fountains the clear stream of their water." .... - La Lobbe by Wasigny (Ardennes) [July 26, 1894], while Louÿs is in Algeria: "You can do no less than take the first caravan and go for a ride in the Sudan. Go also to the Cape of Good Hope. LECONTE DE LISLE spoke about it; he had seen immense and marvelous menageries there and said that the air smelled of flowers and goat skin! Here he is dead and that moved me. We have less and less people to respect and our irreverence is the fault of our contemporaries. I work with
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