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BernardNowman
Date de création :
09-06-2024
posté le 27-06-2024 à 12:29:39
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BernardNowman
le 27-06-2024 à 12:54:47
magnifique article mon amour (l) et joliii poeme
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always à moi my wife (l)
gladys-lemire
le 27-06-2024 à 12:52:03
gladys-lemire
le 27-06-2024 à 12:51:03
poème brume
When you came, with thoughtful steps, in the mist,
The sky mixed crystal and brass with gold.
Your body could be guessed, uncertain undulation,
More flexible than the wave and cooler than the foam.
The summer evening seemed like an oriental dream
Rose and sandalwood.
I was shaking. Long religious and pale lilies
Were dying in your hands, like cold candles.
Their dying perfumes escaped from your fingers
In the faint breath of supreme anguish.
From your bright clothes exuded in turn
Agony and love.
I felt a shiver on my silent lips
The sweetness and fear of your first kiss.
Under your feet, I heard the lyres break
By shouting to the sky the proud boredom of poets
Among languidly diminishing streams of sounds,
Blonde, you seemed to me.
And the spirit thirsty for the eternal, for the impossible,
From infinity, I wanted to modulate widely
A hymn of magic and wonder.
But the verse rose stuttering and painful,
Naive reflection, childish echo, bumpy flight,
Towards your Divinity.
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magnifique article mon amour (l) et joliii poeme
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always à moi my wife (l)
poème brume
When you came, with thoughtful steps, in the mist,
The sky mixed crystal and brass with gold.
Your body could be guessed, uncertain undulation,
More flexible than the wave and cooler than the foam.
The summer evening seemed like an oriental dream
Rose and sandalwood.
I was shaking. Long religious and pale lilies
Were dying in your hands, like cold candles.
Their dying perfumes escaped from your fingers
In the faint breath of supreme anguish.
From your bright clothes exuded in turn
Agony and love.
I felt a shiver on my silent lips
The sweetness and fear of your first kiss.
Under your feet, I heard the lyres break
By shouting to the sky the proud boredom of poets
Among languidly diminishing streams of sounds,
Blonde, you seemed to me.
And the spirit thirsty for the eternal, for the impossible,
From infinity, I wanted to modulate widely
A hymn of magic and wonder.
But the verse rose stuttering and painful,
Naive reflection, childish echo, bumpy flight,
Towards your Divinity.