Best Feu Poems

Tearing through the dandelions she goes, 
With acrid scent and smokey tendrils, 
A flame incandescent that none dare oppose;

Blackened with soot—devoid of soul, 
Behind the...

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I  
am  
a seed  
in the ground  
waiting for the sun  
to warm me and to wake me up ...

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Tu le fera, n’est-ce pas, Papa ? – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Won’t you, Dad ? » by T. Wignesan

Si toutes les jolies mélodies
de...

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Quand le jour se levera, la lumiere eclaira
la bonte divine nous reviendra et l'amour s'eclatera dans nous
voila les chemins menant de partout
les passagers et les...

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I look at a pile of books bringing the memories of my past libraries
as a child only comics from the kid next door 
that I...

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Klacatoo – Translation of Kevin Gilbert ‘s « Klacatoo » by T. Wignesan

On nous avait coincé sur la rive de Lachlan
un endroit qui s’appelle Klacatoo
là...

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The Beauty of the End, is, It's Beginning!
For Aspen never rise, till fire is still,
And all Endeavors, Loves, and Lives are Ash...
All that is product...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN, Part Three by T. Wignesan

"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety...

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Guy in Guantanamo 

Catherine’s wheel spins round the revolution ever since that day her lover died 
when both lost the plot and their passion and...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seven

The balding weeping willow by the Prefecture Gate’s railings
There where on drowsy summer’s day gather swan and goslings
To...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - III by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham:...

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La Paix et le Désert – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Peace and the Desert » by T. Wignesan

Pendant que la braise du campement de...

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Le Passé  - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « The Past » by T. Wignesan

Que personne ne le dise: le passé est mort.
Le passé nous...

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Quand tu perdras la confiance envers les familiers
la haine t'entourera, le mal te retrouvera
et le chagrin te rejoindra
la beaute' et le bohneur te quittera ou`seul...

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J'adore l'individualisme de l'âme artistique
parce que si elle est inspirée
il peut trouver des niveaux élevés de l' divine information
par exemple:
parfois, quand je compose à Piano
Je...

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