Dark French Poems

a small cloud passed white

against a dark blue sky

curved, for eyes like mine,

remembering eyes like yours.

a small cloud igniting 

another heart

to burn along its way

that...

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Peu de Lumière

The world got much dimmer today
Burning to illuminate the way 
This little light of mine...

Doesn't matter how dark it may get
A spark I...

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I still love you with a love that goes beyond description 
A love so full of passion that on my arm there's now inscription
It started...

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Welcome to Maison Ruinart
be sure and visit our cellar
It is like a dark gothic cathedral
We are one of the best vineyards in France
Chardonnay or Pinot...

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I got a polo neck jumper.
She said they were in.
Pep wears one.
He hasn’t manboobs.
Ribbed, dark grey.
Tighter than it should of been.
With a vintage leather, black...

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Sound of a song softly sung rose in the air and through windows
Barred to let air and light in and little else.
A lament sung in...

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Wait for the shutters to be closed,
we will enter an enclosure
in complete silence,
like a deep cave
which I don't know the way.

My eyes will ignore all...

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Hair as long as the Mississippi River,
Eyes as dark as a bayou on a moonless night, 
kiss as sweet as a honeysuckle flower, 
and as...

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These are my modern English translations of sonnets by the French poet Stephane Mallarme.

The Tomb of Edgar Poe
by Stéphane Mallarmé
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Transformed...

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Anna had been sent to school in Paris France,
     she was not feeling great about leaving her friends;
but Paris was such...

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She’d kissed a lot of boys, and some kissed great,
but few of those guys understood romance.
She thought she knew what kissing style was best,
but she...

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As I wandered about the lush lawn
In the gazing ball I glimpsed
A breath-taking young woman with a touch of innocence
In her soulful, violet eyes.

I was...

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When I was young,                                           ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Il pleure dans mon coeur (“It rains in my heart”)
by Paul Verlaine
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

It rains in my heart
As it rains on the...

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