Seasons French Poems

There is the rose I suppose 
This is the kind I can find
With its prose as it poses
Aah ma cherie cherie
We keep these healthy roses
Ma...

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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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Charles d'Orleans: a Medieval Marvel


Spring
by Charles d’Orleans (c. 1394-1465)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Young lovers,
greeting the spring
fling themselves downhill,
making cobblestones ring
with their wild leaps and...

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Spring
by Charles d'Orleans (c.1394-1465)
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Young lovers,
greeting the spring
fling themselves downhill,
making cobblestones ring
with their wild leaps and arcs,
like ecstatic sparks
struck from coal.

What...

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Aurore 

velvet desires
stare
captivated

I linger
thoughts cultivated
in a wine glass

can I drink her?...

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he spoke of hear the pig's heart
they sounded loudly thru the ribs 
his flesh was fresh and would
cause him to wish for silence
"the husk's of...

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Delicate red Gallica roses
Defy the weeds forever breeding.

Valleys of lavish green seasons.
Emerald leaves rust from rare hot winds.

Fragrance exquisite as fine honey.
Mountains curve at the...

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<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
  ...

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Great grin, glow, O glow, ‘til grizzled I grow, humming
Brightly bring bliss back before boredom burns me black 
My morn muse minding merry mountains’ moulded...

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On the brown lawn,yellowed leaves putrefy
Temporatures die as daylight hours fly.

American doublet form...

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