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Best Famous Voir Poems

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Written by Stephane Mallarme | Create an image from this poem

Apparition

 La lune s'attristait. Des s?raphins en pleurs
R?vant, l'archet aux doigts, dans le calme des fleurs
Vaporeuses, tiraient de mourantes violes
De blancs sanglots glissant sur l'azur des corolles.
—C'?tait le jour b?ni de ton premier baiser.
Ma songerie aimant ? me martyriser
s'enivrait savamment du parfum de tristesse
Que m?me sans regret et sans d?boire laisse
La cueillaison d'un R?ve au coeur qui l'a cueilli.
J'errais donc, l'oeil riv? sur le pav? vieilli
Quand avec du soleil aux cheveux, dans la rue
Et dans le soir, tu m'es en riant apparue
Et j'ai cru voir la f?e au chapeau de clart?
Qui jadis sur mes beaux sommeils d'enfant g?t?
Passait, laissant toujours de ses mains mal ferm?es
Neiger de blancs bouquets d'?toiles parfum?es.


Written by Victor Hugo | Create an image from this poem

The Exile's Desire

 ("Si je pouvais voir, O patrie!") 
 
 {Bk. III. xxxvii.} 


 Would I could see you, native land, 
 Where lilacs and the almond stand 
 Behind fields flowering to the strand— 
 But no! 
 
 Can I—oh, father, mother, crave 
 Another final blessing save 
 To rest my head upon your grave?— 
 But no! 
 
 In the one pit where ye repose, 
 Would I could tell of France's woes, 
 My brethren, who fell facing foes— 
 But no! 
 
 Would I had—oh, my dove of light, 
 After whose flight came ceaseless night, 
 One plume to clasp so purely white.— 
 But no! 
 
 Far from ye all—oh, dead, bewailed! 
 The fog-bell deafens me empaled 
 Upon this rock—I feel enjailed— 
 Though free. 
 
 Like one who watches at the gate 
 Lest some shall 'scape the doomèd strait. 
 I watch! the tyrant, howe'er late, 
 Must fall! 


 





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