POETRY

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 …

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)

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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)

TO THE SPRING Welcome, gentle Stripling, nature’s darling thou! With thy basket full of blossoms, a happy welcome now! Aha! And thou returnest, heartily we greet thee. The loving and the fair one, merrily we meet thee! Think’st thou of my maiden, in thy heart of glee? I love her yet, the maiden. And the maiden yet loves me! For …

SPRING Spring am I, too soft of heart, much to speak ere I depart: ask the Summer-tide to prove, the abundance of my love. (William Morris)