Best Sens Poems

The Way barred, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le sens clos by T. Wignesan

Every man has to confront his own night
If he wants to continue on...

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“Possessed”



The scarlet of her heart opens
where she blooms deepest
from the cuts 
of Past’s insanity
her windows 
full green undressed
him, in his mind;
he confessed,
in quiet reflection, 
he...

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Make as you feel it 
In the sense of your feel
Without forgetting sense

Fais comme tu le sens 
Dans le sens de tes sens 
Sans oublier...

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Since everything makes sense, I think,
What are the stars for?
It’s up to us to observe them,
To imagine why they shine,

Are they there, to make us...

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Everything has a meaning in the universe, you, me,
If you see the night, a shooting star,
Someone surely loves you, have a dream,
Make a wish; listen...

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a quote from Montaigne: (1533-1592):
"Si on me presse dire pourquoi je l'amais, je sens que
cela ne se peut s'exprimer, qu'en repondant:
'Parce que c'etait lui; parce...

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The crime is snowed over, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s  Il neige sur le crime

Are we buried under snow holding our silence
in what immense Cimmerian...

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my soul plunged into sadness
and this town becomes my cry
Belgrade in Paris
when I feel its beautiful avenue
singing the hymn to nostalgia
oh land of my youthfulness
my...

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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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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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the train is moving
we feel false sens-
ations
shades of green
across the parallel
tracks
clogged lymphatic system
abnormal new growth
anarchy
she is
dancing on the fallen
red petals
naked
feet
the red butterfly with
spotted blue belly
singing
she...

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The emotion of your call came over me and I can't stay impassible 
this silent keyboard which I can get wonderful sound
my fingers are moving,...

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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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