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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Fruits noirs Sans qu’on y prenne garde, Le ciel se tisse du grillage Sombre des branches. Elles s’étendent chaque année, Et chaque année, Grignotent un peu plus d’espace, Au point de parfaire une voûte Et d’arriver à se rejoindre, En confisquant le peu de lumière, Stagnante, sous les dernières Feuilles de novembre, La sève lentement rétractée. Une pluie insistante, et froide, Corrode la symphonie des ocres En une bouillie sombre et gluante… Les buissons moroses abritent Aussi des fruits noirs, A la densité lourde. Ils pèsent de leur deuil, Leur poids d’approche hivernale, Et font oublier les envolées légères, Des passereaux insouciants, Qui se poursuivaient Dans l’azur cristallin. Ce sont des corbeaux ; Et leur noir luisant, Semble une menace anthracite, Barrant quelque part, De branche et branche La lumière et la joie . - Without being beware, The sky is woven with wire mesh Of dark branches. They extend every year And every year Eat away a little more space, To the point of making a perfect arch And arriving to join Confiscating the little light Stagnant under the last Leaves of November Sap slowly retracted. An insistent rain and cold Corrodes the symphony of ochres In a dark and slimy mush ... The gloomy bushes shelter Also black fruits, A with heavy density. They weigh their mourning The weight of winter approach And make you forget the light flights, Of careless sparrows, Chasing each other In the blue skies They are crows; And shiny black Seems a anthracite threat Barring somewhere From branch to branch Light and spirit of joy.
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