Best Porte Poems

C’est derrière moi
 

j’aurais pu 
être plus gentille
possiblement
j’aurais pu
réagir avec plus de délicatesse

j’aurais pu
possiblement
fléchir à tes caprices
être plus sympathique
j’aurais pu
j’aurais dû
peut-être    ...

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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...

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Yo vengo todo el camino a Mexico'.
Para, ver el mundo..
Para, ver las cosas Diferentes.
Ahora al rato.
Yo si me tiempo viene.
Para, ver el mundo.
Para sober que...

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A Soulful Cry of Anguish against Fate

(“The Tale of the Lonely Ghost”, a film (2013) by ANUP SINGH - who collaborated on the screenplay as...

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Proud people of the Haitian Ile,
Stand firm with head held high.
Though days may last for a while,
The world has begun to hear your cry.

Le monde...

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Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan

Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry,...

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The reverberating sounds of the Drums and the sweet melodies
The wavering movements of the tree suggest that they enjoy the rhythm that they hear
Tipis and...

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...my paris begins with those early days as as a conscious flaneur I recall the couple seated opposite me on the metro when i was...

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my paris begins with 
those early days 
as a conscious flaneur 
i recall the couple 
seated opposite me 
on the metro 
when i was still...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " Je t'écris " by T. Wignesan

I WRITE TO YOU

I choose green ink to write to you
For Love does not prescribe...

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Early days as a flaneur;
I recall the couple 
On the Metro
When I was still innocent 
Of its labyrinthine complexities;
Slim pretty white girl,
Clad head to toe...

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Je t’aime

Je t’ai écris dans ma memoire
puis je t’ai redigé dans mes pensés
avec la plus fine des ancres de mon coeur!

Et comme un devoir à...

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There's no porte on my bike-electra
And neither is there a fenêtre
But it's not so very bad
To be sometimes rain-gear-clad
Cuz I'm smelling the roses, etcetera...

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Soon
the moon is black,
she is in mourning of the evening

Over the garden’s stones
Shadows are getting longer
from tomorrow

The confusion of the sky
The seedling of comets
The pulse...

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Etranges sentiments qui remplissent mon coeur
Confuses sensations, le mensonge est roi
D'obscures vibrations pénètrent en moi
Comme si tout me ment, amplifiant ma douleur

Ce que je ressens...

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