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LIVE, FLESH – Poetry, by Pierre Reverdy

LIVE, FLESH Rise up corpse and walk, nothing new under the yellow sun. The last of the last of the coins of gold, the light that flakes away under the layers of time. The lock on the breaking heart, a thread of silk, a thread of lead, a thread of blood. After these waves of silence, signs of love’s black ...

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AUTUMN CROCUSES – Poetry, by Guillaume Apollinaire

AUTUMN CROCUSES The meadow is venomous but lovely in autumn, the cows graze there and are slowly poisoned. The colchicum colour of shadow and lilac, flowers there your eyes resemble that flower. Violet shades like their shadow that autumn and slowly your eyes empoison my life. The children arrive from school, what a fracas, dressed in smocks and playing harmonicas. ...

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POETIC COLOURS OF LATIN AMERICAN – Pablo Neruda: Love Trilogy

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when ...

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FRANCESCO PETRARCA – Blessed be / Poem

BLESSED BE, by Francesco Petrarca – Blessed be the day, month, year and season, and time and hour, and the point and the beautiful country, and the place where I was reached, by the two beautiful eyes that have bound me. And blessed be the first sweet sorrow, that I had, to be combined with love, and bow and arrows ...

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DANTE ELIGHIERI – In the eyes / Poem

IN THE EYES, by Dante Alighieri – In the eye brings my lady love, for it is what she looks nice. Wherever she goes, every man to her turns, and to the one who she greets, she shakes the heart, so that, by lowering the face, everything shuts down, and all her fault then sighs. Front of her fleeing pride ...

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BERNART DE VENTADORN – When I see the lark / Poem

WHEN I SEE THE LARK, by Bernart de Ventadorn – When I see the lark move its wings with joy towards the sun, here, forgot herself, abandons herself to the sweetness that goes to the heart. Ah, so much envy immediately takes me, to everyone I see surrounded by joy, which is a source of wonder if soon the desire ...

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PARIS AT NIGHT – Poetry, by Jacques Prévert

PARIS PENDANT LA NUIT > Trois allumettes une à une allumées dans la nuit. La première pour voir ton visage tout entier, la seconde pour voir tes yeux, la dernière pour voir ta bouche, et l’obscuritè tout entière pour me rappeler tout cela, en te serrant dans mes bras. PARIS AT NIGHT > Three matches one by one lit at ...

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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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