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Titre du blog :
nature
Auteur :
BernardNowman
Date de création :
09-06-2024
posté le 05-08-2024 à 14:45:15
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gladys-lemire
le 05-08-2024 à 17:37:47
poem
Poet! your fervor makes your memory great.
Entirely absorbed in your blessed worship,
You preferred the Muse to everything, even to glory,
Master! who in your art equaled Cellini.
Loves, honors, treasures, all that man envies,
Less than a beautiful verse touched your heart enamored of beauty.
To all indifferent, you passed through life
Your soul and eyes fixed on the ideal torch.
You knew how to see nothing except in the day of its light;
You wanted good to be beautiful and virtue beautiful.
A diamond freed from its first gangue,
Truth charmed you only in beauty dressed.
Blithely carrying the chain of gold rhythms,
You chiseled your dream and your ardor into verse.
Your spirit pure of gall knew only one hatred,
This hatred of Evil betrayed by its ugliness.
Like the bee to the lily, the happy expression,
Rhymes and winged words, ran to your voice.
The image dazzled in your numerous stanza,
My meters were tinged with purple under your fingers.
Number and color, the rhythm with the long word
Married in your verse the line with the proud outline.
Form had your cult, oh impeccable poet!
And with its gifts form has paid your love.
gladys-lemire
le 05-08-2024 à 17:35:24
merci mon ti nhomme to me love you(l)
BernardNowman
le 05-08-2024 à 16:38:29
magnifique article mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) my wife always d'amour (l) à moi
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poem
Poet! your fervor makes your memory great.
Entirely absorbed in your blessed worship,
You preferred the Muse to everything, even to glory,
Master! who in your art equaled Cellini.
Loves, honors, treasures, all that man envies,
Less than a beautiful verse touched your heart enamored of beauty.
To all indifferent, you passed through life
Your soul and eyes fixed on the ideal torch.
You knew how to see nothing except in the day of its light;
You wanted good to be beautiful and virtue beautiful.
A diamond freed from its first gangue,
Truth charmed you only in beauty dressed.
Blithely carrying the chain of gold rhythms,
You chiseled your dream and your ardor into verse.
Your spirit pure of gall knew only one hatred,
This hatred of Evil betrayed by its ugliness.
Like the bee to the lily, the happy expression,
Rhymes and winged words, ran to your voice.
The image dazzled in your numerous stanza,
My meters were tinged with purple under your fingers.
Number and color, the rhythm with the long word
Married in your verse the line with the proud outline.
Form had your cult, oh impeccable poet!
And with its gifts form has paid your love.
merci mon ti nhomme to me love you(l)
magnifique article mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) my wife always d'amour (l) à moi