Breton Poems - Poems about Breton

...The robin redbreast is hardly afraid, He is not afraid of cemeteries, Seeing me, he lands on the grave of the Bouvier family, Looks at me, then flies on that of Cécile Kerneis, Since he is Breton......

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...We’re on the same boat Nurses and teachers, Doctors and farmers, Mr. Moreno and his “maricon” Enrico Macias and his dry guitar, We are on the same boat, The Sevillans and the Marseillais, Th......

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...I don’t know if owning a beautiful home, Facing the sea, makes happy, There are people who do not manage their thoughts, And that makes them dangerous, There are people who are convinced That ......

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...Well, I must say that I did not want to walk two hours, some days I am downright tired of diabetes So I drove to Logonna Daoulas after a visit to the Kerdrein strike for the view of Brest, days it......

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...When you are in the mood just do what you have to do and don’t get confused; when you are in the mood take a voyage to the moon and plant some poles in the directions of the water holes, and let the ......

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...The trees, big or small, high or low, Are the nicest things in the world, They wouldn’t hurt a fly, a sparrow, They host all the birds, blue or white Summer or winter, in the mountains or plains,......

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... "Salvage" Salvage the fixating salvation unfurling from the wreckage of a numb world twisted inside treasure climbs swimming the ladder from the deep of all things ......

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... "How Huxley Sees the World" He composes his world - dream extractions simulated from the surreal reality of man colour cognitive from the dead moments we phantomise to ......

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... “Lark Ascending" We sleep through the worst of it all, snake bit prospects thin sometimes we give sometimes we give in our loss......

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...when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight Dali’s time piece warps under face value and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest beneath the cover......

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...When the rain falls slowly as if we were in Cape Breton and the bird in the well is singing a solo song of beauty I long for the days when the sun clapped his mighty ray on our tanned backs and ......

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...To witness no trace of a step, that has lingered beneath the dewy lush grass. Then to gaze upon greatest glory! While creation unfolds right in front of you. Revealing its treasured secrets, while ......

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...Thou Awen shines forth, All three rays of vibrant gold, Wisdom upon them. /|\ (Awen is a Welsh, Cornish, and Breton word for (poetic) inspiration)......

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...Unquotable quotes: Beggars - *** Who said beggars cannot be choosers? Who chooses for them the place, the moment or the people they choose to beg from; the hours of the begging day; the alms......

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...Paris then was a place Where new ideas were Brewing in the intellectual And art communities And new ones were Emerging everyday Some brilliant some not Time will make it clear What is what......

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