Best Regarder Poems

Starbright

As I gaze into indigo skies,
Stars are brighter tonight,
Twinkling in the darkness 
Of a new moon.
Orion's belt enchants 
My impassioned heart
As my thoughts of you...

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L’octroi des droits à Jacky – Translation of Mudroroo Narogin’s « They Give Jacky Rights » by T. Wignesan


(Note : The first aboriginal writer to...

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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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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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Une grande armée de moi!


 J'ai été debout où tu m'as laissé
 Priant pour que tu viennes me chercher 
Mais maintenant, j'ai trouvé mon souffle...

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

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

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J'entends encore votre voix 
Quelques nuits quand il pleut
Et quand tu parle, vos paroles sont plus belles
Que ceux de Dumas et de Voltaire

Je n’avais pas...

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les premiers flocons de neige,
dont flottent dans le vent
peser sur tous ceux qui s'opposent &
regarder,
avec un souffle de vent
chatouillant le visage,
avec un refroidissement simple,
embrassant la...

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Chou chou ma chère~
 ne s'essoufle pas
 ~ ne se voue pas à la zizanie

 ~ ma coeur volete en vrac
 quand je suis avec...

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combien de temps cela prend-il pour une connexion
entre deux personnes à se gâter?
de la déshydratation de la
dépression qui a conduit l'un à cet endroit
où l'électricité...

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A man without a car is a poor fellow,
It’s like a cowboy without a horse, a lonely soul,
He doesn’t know what to do or who...

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My fate to be a watcher…
“Regarder Les Autres”
and write from alleys dark but real,
salons for words ill-bred 

(Le Grande Hotel Paris: May, 1978)...

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I would like to be twelve million kilometers away
From this stupid town, I’d like to be in Minnesota,
To burn all my poems in your hungry...

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Let’s not make this so little mistake,
We don’t have to agree with Marie or Catherine,
To love a girl, she has other assets,
Her tantalizing lipstick, I...

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64      I see the ocean

“I see the ocean”
Who can say that every morning?
Who can say “the boats are not gone.”
Even...

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