Best Lac Poems

like the moon that hugs the sky at night.
like a flower uncut that scents the garden bright
a rare one of a kind number
the warm embrace...

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Oil train sits in Lac Megantic 
Town folk sleep not so frantic 
Patrons socialize while they slept 
Unannounced the train it crept 

No such thing...

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J'apprends le français en ce moment
parce que j'ai l'intention de voyager à Paris.
Je ne parle pas couramment le français.
J'ai découvert Le Lac il y a...

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As nights grow long on Lac la Biche, 
the lake it freezes, the snow it falls 
and the wind she always blows. 
Wolves howl through...

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'Tis so nice at Christmas time to receive a colorful array of cards,
From kith and kin sending their warmest Yuletide regards.
I don't mind receiving bills...

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Pellucid pearls in northeastern North America since planetary birth
Comprise Lakes Superior, Michigan, Huron, Erie, and Ontario dearth
Largest group of freshwater lakes on Earth 
Straddle Canadian–United...

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Pellucid pearls in northeastern 
   North America since planetary birth
comprise Lakes Superior, Michigan, 
     Huron, Erie, and Ontario 
...

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These are my modern English translations of sonnets by the French poet Stephane Mallarme.

The Tomb of Edgar Poe
by Stéphane Mallarmé
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Transformed...

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Tali Karng : le Serpent du Crépuscule – Translation of W. Les Russell’s  « Tali Karng : Twilight Snake » by T. Wignesan

(W.Les Russell,...

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Pellucid pearls in northeastern North America 
since planetary birth
Comprise Lakes Superior, Michigan, Huron, 
Erie, and Ontario dearth
Largest group of freshwater lakes on Earth 
Straddle Canadian–United...

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R hythmic waves rose bending, beating
O ut of my heart into my soul breathing once again, 
M elting beneath the silk heavens hued in cherry...

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i become a stone,
   still a leader,
but translation
transforms me,
   as i learn
      “le crayon est rouge.”

“Je...

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Torture firing arms innocent child's
mother's weeping beheaded by blades
an many sun's an father's lost their face
in what i call a butcher'd elimination
O' Holocaust of millions...

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Listen....
Let me tell you a secret peep it
poetry is an art form, so intriguing.
Whether you're in solitude
or on stage speaking not speechless.
Poetic speeches teach the...

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First shower of early monsoon
Petals of first Kadamb flower
Purple rays of dawn
Fluttering of virgin butterflies
Eagerly waiting to touch you !

I see scratches of lusty rain
Clearly...

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