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The Blinded Bourbons

 ("Qui leur eût dit l'austère destineé?") 
 
 {II. v., November, 1836.} 


 Who then, to them{1} had told the Future's story? 
 Or said that France, low bowed before their glory, 
 One day would mindful be 
 Of them and of their mournful fate no more, 
 Than of the wrecks its waters have swept o'er 
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Une Charogne

 Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme,
Ce beau matin d'été si doux :
Au détour d'un sentier une charogne infame
Sur un lit semé de cailloux, 
Les jambes en l'air, comme une femme lubrique,
Brûlante et suant les poisons,
Ouvrait d'une façon nonchalante et cynique
Son ventre plein d'exhalaisons.
Le soleil rayonnait sur cette pourriture,
Comme afin de la cuire à point,
Et de rendre au centuple...Read more of this...

Tournesol

 La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles à la tombée de l'été
Marchait sur la pointe des pieds
Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses grands arums si beaux
Et dans le sac à main il y avait mon rêve ce flacon de sels
Que seule a respiré la marraine de Dieu
Les torpeurs se déployaient comme la buée
Au Chien qui fume
Ou venaient d'entrer le pour...Read more of this...

The Patience Of The People

 ("Il s'est dit tant de fois.") 
 
 {III., May, 1830.} 


 How often have the people said: "What's power?" 
 Who reigns soon is dethroned? each fleeting hour 
 Has onward borne, as in a fevered dream, 
 Such quick reverses, like a judge supreme— 
 Austere but just, they contemplate the end 
 To which the current...Read more of this...

The Rose And The Grave

 ("La tombe dit à la rose.") 
 
 {XXXI., June 3, 1837} 


 The Grave said to the rose 
 "What of the dews of dawn, 
 Love's flower, what end is theirs?" 
 "And what of spirits flown, 
 The souls whereon doth close 
 The tomb's mouth unawares?" 
 The Rose said to the Grave. 
 
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La fin

 Le goût des fruits
ne part pas
de ma bouche,
mais la tristesse des mots
détruit les nuages
et presse la neige
comptant les cailloux.
Mais toi,
tu m’as pas dit
pourquoi tu m’as trompe,
pourquoi avec la peine
et l’injuste tu voudrais
dire, que la fin
se brûle toujours
avec des larmes....Read more of this...

New England Magazine

 Upon Bottle Miche the autre day
While yet the nuit was early,
Je met a homme whose barbe was grey,
Whose cheveaux long and curly.

“Je am a poete, sir,” dit he,
“Je live where tres grande want teems—
I’m faim, sir. Sil vous plait give me
Un franc or cinquatite centimes.”

I donne him vingt big copper sous
But dit, “You moderne rhymers
The sacre poet name abuse—
Les...Read more of this...

The Old Clock On The Stairs

 L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans
cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des tombeaux:
"Toujours! jamais! Jamais! toujours!"--JACQUES BRIDAINE.

Somewhat back from the village street
Stands the old-fashioned country-seat.
Across its antique portico
Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw;
And from its station in the hall
An ancient timepiece says to all,--
"Forever--never!
Never--forever!"

Half-way up the stairs it stands,
And points and beckons with...Read more of this...

The Dying Child To Its Mother

 ("Oh! vous aurez trop dit.") 
 
 {Bk. III. xiv., April, 1843.} 


 Ah, you said too often to your angel 
 There are other angels in the sky— 
 There, where nothing changes, nothing suffers, 
 Sweet it were to enter in on high. 
 
 To that dome on marvellous pilasters, 
 To that tent roofed o'er...Read more of this...

Melancholetta

 With saddest music all day long
She soothed her secret sorrow:
At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong
Such cheerful words to borrow.
Dearest, a sweeter, sadder song
I'll sing to thee to-morrow." 

I thanked her, but I could not say
That I was glad to hear it:
I left the house at break of day,
And did not venture near it
Till time, I hoped, had...Read more of this...

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