Best Matin Poems

Dans une teinte
rose
la vie explose
L'arbre frémit sous son écorce
noire
Comme des vaisseaux sanguins
qui s'agrippent au foie
ses branches serpentent
s'écartent et s'emmêlent
pour atteindre le ciel
et ramener de la...

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Giggles are overflowing this morning... “ce matin”
That's french if you're wondering, it's pronounced “ce matah”
Born in Quebec
Unilingual, why I left
One language is enough to deal...

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Mission of the Yellow Songbird

A long highway road stretched its legs before me,
In a place where tumble weeds were conceived,
December evening chasing daylight back to...

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In the realm of moons and breathless tides,
where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises,
along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story—
a poetic novel...

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I hear the winter call my name
in syllables bereft of breeze,
ethereal through silent trees
hypnotic in their leafless maim.

In sheerest blue of morning freeze
the shadows drape...

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Iridescent ivory beams
stream 
through trunks
lining the lane
as through stained glass.
Rubies and honey glow
in the leafy tempera
of a sistine oak canopy.
In the sable silence
of autumn's crisp...

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translation below


Noir
Le noir, la nuit,rêves vides
Tu n’a jamais vu la noirceur comme moi
Le matin, tu te réveilles inlassablement
Le soleil, la pluie, un autre jour
Vous existez,...

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Les Protecteurs – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “The Protectors” by T. Wignesan

(Note: Oodgeroo never claimed to write poetry à la manière des poètes occidentaux; she...

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No one in this morning
The road is deserted,
It's too early under the gray sky,

The veins of my hands,
Salient hands on the wheel
The look Elevated

The white...

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Claquée j’ai quitté mon lit douillé 
J’ai peur de sombrer dans ma tête souillée 
Dans mes rêves je suis toujours exilée 
Je n’ai jamais trouvé...

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Les Souvenirs de Noël – Translation of Joy Williams’s « Memories of Christmas » by T. Wignesan

(Joy Williams, b. 1942 in Sydney. Since she was...

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SHINE ON DARLING MORNING LIGHT

Shine on darling, right;
Morning you're light;
Burgundy beautiful woman
Passionate are you my flower;
Purposely I shall plant in my heart forever;

Your crimson surpasses...

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A Paris night,
There is nothing more
beautiful.
Late night walking
through small streets.
The metro, underground
is dark and mysteriously lovely.
Up into the nightlife
emerges spirit from
all.
Twinkling in spots all
around, the...

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e temps passe rapidement
Et vient le temps des decisions 
Faut-il quitter ou le Liban
Ou rester a la maison ?
Faut-il travailler
ou continuer mes etudes a l'universite?
je...

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 2 with a Clive Bush comment on Mottram's poetry 

Excerpt from an article, “From space to caves...

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