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SONG – Poetry, by Jacques Prévert

CHANTER > Quel jour sommes-nous? Nous sommes tous les jours, mon ami. Nous sommes toute la vie, mon amour. Nous aimons et nous vivons. Nous vivons et que nous aimons. Et nous ne savons pas vraiment, ce qu’est la vie. Et nous ne savons pas vraiment, ce que la journée est. Et nous ne savons pas vraiment, ce qu’est l’amour. ...

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IMMENSE AND RED – Poetry, by Jacques Prévert

IMMENSE ET ROUGE > Au-dessus du Grand Palais le soleil d’hiver apparaît et disparaît, comme lui mon cœur disparaîtra. Et tout mon sang ira, aller regarder pour toi mon amour, ma beauté, et tu trouverez là où tu êtes. IMMENSE AND RED > Above the Grand Palais the winter sun appears and disappears, like it my heart will disappear. And ...

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I WILL THIRST – Poetry, by Jan Maruna

I WILL THIRST By poems, by thoughts, I open one soul glimmer. With it I discover the glow of the fireplace, beneficent at this time, because on the body feels the heat, when the soul will cool to me, and I will have a thirst for words, of poetry. (Jan Maruna)

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TIME LOVERS – Poetry, by František Hrubín

TIME LOVERS You on the finger you wrapped straw, there on the finger, where you dreamed a gold ring. I still conversed with the sun, and you already were becoming pale in the moonlight. Behind us, suddenly he began to rustle. And you had laid the shadow head, on its leaves. Hair after the hair, by it took you. It ...

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A PRAYER IN SPRING – Poetry, by Robert Frost

A PRAYER IN SPRING Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; and give us not to think so far away, as the uncertain harvest; keep us here all simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy ...

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SPRING AND WINTER – Poetry, by William Shakespeare

SPRING AND WINTER When daisies pied and violets blue, and lady-smocks all silver-white, and cuckoo-buds of yellow hue do paint the meadows with delight, the cuckoo then, on every tree, mocks married men; for thus sings he, cuckoo! Cuckoo, cuckoo! O word of fear, unpleasing to a married ear! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, and merry larks are ploughmen’s ...

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SPRING SONG – Poetry, by Robert Louis Stevenson

SPRING SONG The air was full of sun and birds, the fresh air sparkled clearly. Remembrance wakened in my heart, and I knew I loved her dearly. The fallows and the leafless trees, and all my spirit tingled. My earliest thought of love, and Spring’s first puff of perfume mingled. In my still heart the thoughts awoke, came lone by ...

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I HAVE A BIRD IN SPRING – Poetry, by Emily Dickinson

I HAVE A BIRD IN SPRING I have a Bird in spring, which for myself doth sing. The spring decoys. And as the summer nears. And as the Rose appears, Robin is gone. Yet do I not repine, knowing that Bird of mine though flown. Learneth beyond the sea, melody new for me, and will return. Fast is a safer ...

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SLOW SPRING – Poetry, by Katharine Tynan

SLOW SPRING O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy, the days go on with almonds showing the pink stars blowing, and birds in the dawn. Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear, or a lamb that is mild, by little steps, and by little skips, like a lamb or a child. (Katharine Tynan)

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RECOGNIZE THEMSELVES – Composing rhymes, under the skin

RECOGNIZE THEMSELVES Composing rhymes under the skin. Their irises are gestures and words that run and seek, exploring the wonder of identify. Once again. (Dastilige Nevante) This page is from the collection of poems ASTONISHMENT – STUPORE, published by Meeting Benches in the e-book versions of English and Italian: http://meetingbenches.com/book-italian-version/ http://meetingbenches.com/e-book-english-version/

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