Kurt Ravidas Poet Sonnet

L'Etrangere

Ma langue française n'est pas assez bonne pour 
te dire ce que je veux tellement à dire. 
Les mots sont nécessaires pour tout l'amour, 
surtout pour le français: il va tiédir 
sans confessions très chaudes. Les belles paroles 
dédiées à ta beauté et les mots doux 
entre bisous allument l’aureole 
heureuse autour d'une tête de fille. C'est d'où 
vont mes problèmes: au lieu d'apprendre les 
langues étrangères, j'étais un étranger 
sans carte, une terre sans lune, un dieu hâlé 
sans ciel et sans souci, mais après je
t'ai rencontrée… 
                          Je suis seule à blamer 
que je t'aime mais je peux pas être aimé.

(fr.) The stranger
My French is not good enough to tell you what I want so much to tell. Words are necessary for any love, especially for the French one: it gets cold without hot confessions. The lovely words dedicated to your beauty and the sweet nothings between kisses light up the halo of happiness around a girl's head. This is where my problems come from: instead of learning foreign languages, I was a stranger without a map, an earth without a moon, a tanned careless god without heaven, but then I met you… I'm the only one to blame that I love you but I can't be loved.

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Ann Foster October 13, 2019 at 7:21 PM Wow. I loved this. Yet it was sad. I read it not once but 4 x's. A truly moving thought captured, and kept the whole way. Ann Kurt Ravidas October 14, 2019 at 11:53 AM 4 times! That is the highest praise for any poet. Thank so much, Ann. Rays of love)

Quoth Theraven October 7, 2019 at 11:38 PM Kurt, J'aime les mots simples façonnés ici et comment ils jouent un tour passionné sur la page, avec le prisme d'un amant laissé dans le désir. -Richard Kurt Ravidas October 8, 2019 at 9:23 AM Merci, Richard. L'amant est heureux d'accueillir un francophone et un bon lecteur)

Andrea Dietrich October 7, 2019 at 7:19 PM ah, it has translation. Awesome!! I kind of recognized some of the words because I know Spanish and french is similar as a romance language. Very nice. Kurt Ravidas October 8, 2019 at 9:33 AM Spanish? Great. I speak Portuguese. We can communicate in Portuñol) Thank you, Andrea.

Kim Rodrigues October 7, 2019 at 3:16 PM I always enjoy the French language...oui oui! I took three years but am no where near fluent! It helped me to get around France a little bit. Enjoyed your poem! Kurt Ravidas October 8, 2019 at 9:29 AM I bet your trip was magical. Once I was promised that in my next life I would be born on the shores of the Bay of Biscay) Thank you, Kim.

Robert Lindley October 7, 2019 at 12:23 PM The depths and beauty in this new poem, tho' composed in a language that I understand some of (by way of a one year French language class in high school 1968) is a marvelous poetic tribute to romance/love and the wonders of the human soul. A gem, a fav and a great pleasure to have found and to have read this morn my friend! Kurt Ravidas October 8, 2019 at 9:25 AM Thank you very much, Robert. I'm happy you liked it)