Best Elles Poems

Translation below (in progress)


Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix

He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace


J’étais Charlie

De ma tombe
Mon âme pleure encore rouge
L’encre coule encore
Arrosage des fleurs ci-dessus
Les fleurs, fortes et belles
Elles doivent étouffer vos manières diaboliques
J'étais Charlie, je...

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She wades in until the water reaches her waist,
looks out and continues into the endless sea.
Her imagined long gown floats behind her.

Her little girl shoulder blades 
become hidden beneath the water.
Each time she raises her arms because 
it is cold, but the sea is calm...

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Conquistador, for you, my queen,
I want to conquer your heart, cursed star
I want to possess your revolt, and all that is predicted tomorrow,
Conquistador, Conquistador,
I want to tame your eyes, ferocious tigers
I want to share your imagination with the gods
Conquistador, for you my queen, 
I want...

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Since everything makes sense, I think,
What are the stars for?
It’s up to us to observe them,
To imagine why they shine,

Are they there, to make us dream?
To make us think, or write
For us to measure distances
Which separates us from galaxies?

What are the stars for?
Their light does...

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Wheelie bins know what you’re thinking
Deep down you know it’s true
They know just what you did last night
And they are judging you

And if you think you see them smirk
When you are walking past
It’s probably not the first time
And it will not be the last

Wheelie bins...

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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...

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Le Rat Noir – Translation of Iris Clayton’s « The Black Rat » by T. Wignesan

(Iris Clayton of the Wiradjuri tribe in New South Wales was born in 1945. One of nine children, six of the elder children were forcibly removed by the authorities and...

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arcs of light shadows 
may appear for a short while
 humming quietly
 dancing inside small circles
 they appear and then are gone
 
arcs d'ombres de lumière
 peuvent apparaître pendant une courte période
 fredonner tranquillement
 danse à l'intérieur de petits cercles
 elles apparaissent puis disparaissent
 
©...

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The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
                          for Fleur Adcock (b. February 10, 1934)

	The...

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Oft in My Thought
by Charles D'Orleans
translation by Michael R. Burch

So often in my busy mind I sought,
Around the advent of the fledgling year,
For something pretty that I really ought
To give my lady dear;
But that sweet thought's been wrested from me, clear,
Since death, alas, has sealed...

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Ode to the Nuthatch.
that little Assup.
It hunts on trees,
for seeds bugs and nuts.
It won't hunt head up,
it doesn't find as much.
Ode to the Nuthatch,
That Wise little Assup.

My Grand Pa always called them Assup's
It seems Apropos.

H.Elles,
Total 
Rogue,...

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Poème poète égyptien : Abdel Latif Moubarak

Traduction: Nuran Hourani

Toi;

Votre terre;

Te jette.

sur l'aile d'un poème; tu repose

Peut etre ; ne pas égarer  de vous laisser tomber ...

Pays;  sur la porte de l'enfer même si elle semble

Quitte le !

Non bascule le tronc anti-paume

Parce qu'il tombe...

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L’amoureux brindezingue dit non avec la tète
Le cerveau fort agité amèrement s’embête
Pendant qu’il dit oui avec le cœur enflammé
D’un amour incertain, embaumé et emmitouflé
Oh ! Quelle bête! Les femmes ont toujours raison
Même quand elles ont tort. La gravité défie la raison
Dit-on, d’un air funambulesque et...

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I Am Finally Nothing,
And I like that just Fine.
I've Divested All.
It's took Quite a While.

Back in the Sunshine,
With Freedom of Mind.
I am Finally Nothing,
 I Will Reside, A Long Time.


H.Elles
Total Rogue....

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I would stay for hours,
Waiting for a nice bee to land,
On the small purple flowers of a fuchsia, or heather,
I would wait for hours,
As if the future of the planet depended on it,
I would stay under the discreet sun like a cactus
Innocent and patient,
I would...

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