Long Droits Poems

I discovered a poem longing in my heart, it is for you, 
And it is about you, my sweetheart. This poem resembles you.
I wrote it this morning, before the arrival of the auroral shadow.
Her words...

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Jefferson’s Reply to Rev. Jonah Stoughton


					Monticello
					July 1, 1826

Sir, I have before me your letter of 
the second of June, and I thank you warmly
for having taken the time to write me. 
I have read it...

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La Charte des Droits de l’Homme pour les Aborigènes - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal's Aboriginal Charter of Rights by T. Wignesan


Nous avons besoin de l’espoir, pas de racisme,
La fraternité, pas d’ostracisme
Du progrès pour les Noirs,...

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Translation of David Broza's " ! Ay Amor ! Que seria de mi ! " by T. Wignesan

( I'm not certain if this' s the original title of the lyrics composed by Eitan Nahmias GLASS....

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For the Valentine’s season
Send forth a tastefully written card
To any wonderfully wise person
Is a good endeavor. That’s not bad.

However, sending exquisite flowers
Is the best, sweetest archetypal way
To say, I love you many times over
Over, and...

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It’s like being hit by a meteor
Where there’s no tomorrow
It is like doomsday, really
Where everything is ugly
And absolutely nothing is pretty
I just received the bad news
That my sister-in-law had died
Suddenly and extemporaneously
Without being sick tremendously
I...

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Haiti, Haiti, Haiti, the Land of Martyrs
Haiti, Haiti, the Land of Great Slaves
Haiti, Haiti, the Land of Ancient Braves
For many, the betrayed Land that matters.

Haiti, Haiti, the volcanic land of Fire
Haiti, Haiti, the land of...

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La Charte des Droits de l’Homme pour les Aborigènes - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal's Aboriginal Charter of Rights by T. Wignesan

Nous avons besoin de l’espoir, pas de racisme,
La fraternité, pas d’ostracisme
Du progrès pour les Noirs,...

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C'est bientôt l’aube – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “The Dawn is at Hand” by T. Wignesan

(Note : In this poem - the title poem of her second collection - Oodgeroo has come full circle, la...

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Klacatoo – Translation of Kevin Gilbert ‘s « Klacatoo » by T. Wignesan

On nous avait coincé sur la rive de Lachlan
un endroit qui s’appelle Klacatoo
là où nous rassemblions au coucher du soleil
quand nous entendions le...

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Baby GG is in the house
Born in beautiful month of March
Between winter and spring
No snow was on the dry grass
Gorgeous buds were emerging
And a new rainbow is on the arch.

Baby GG is indeed in the...

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I tried, I tried
To stop loving you
I cried, I cried
For being too crazy about you.

You never loved me
You take me for granted
You thought I was demented
You never cared for me
Yet, my love for you
Was unconditional
And...

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Le Problème avec des Blancs – Translation of Jim Everett’s « The White Man Problem » by T. Wignesan

(Jim Everett, Mawbana Pleregannana, b. 1942 on Flinders Island, Tasmania, has had a chequered career and like...

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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 have achieved – according to Kevin Gilbert’s Inside Black Australia...

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Daisy Bindi – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « Daisy Bindi » by T. Wignesan

L’esclavage à Roy Hill, quelle honte profonde misère:
Les noirs obligés à travailler sans paie l’année durant,
L’esclavagistes encouragés par la connivence policière
Avec la...

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Femme, femme que j’aimais tant
Oh ! Il y a plusieurs printemps
Qu’il faisait beau temps
Et le vent sifflait lestement bas et lent
Oh ! Femme, tu fus jeune, pétillante et forte
Mignonne, maintenant, tu es morte
Tu es couchée...

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Without love
We are nothing
And we have nothing
When we have love
We have everything
And that’s something.

Where there’s no love
Reign total chaos, crimes, division
Havoc, death, and destruction
With true love
Doves and peacocks fly above
The firmament is light and blue
Everything...

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Mama has left
She is no longer alive
She left Mother Earth
She is in the cemetery
Mom is further on
She is, here and there, really
Mother is gone
And no longer here
With us, under the sun
Mommy is in Heaven
She looks...

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Winter is gone
It's already midnight
Spring is here
With her flowers and presents
We have a new season
Everyone knows the reason
Since the girls are pretty
And the women wear their best, that's right.

Winter is gone
We are sad, it's madness
The...

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The sky is blue, clear, jovial and ethereal
To welcome with open heart spring which is
So beautiful, fresh, colorful, and at ease
Oh! It’s a reborn again time which is real.

Oh! Friends, it's the most wonderful season
Green...

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It's the festival of the hearts
It's the festival of the Poets
The wonderful celebration of Valentine's Day
Let’s solemnize with everything and nothing this day.

Let's revere the Big Day
All year long, every day
The season of love with...

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Je m'appelle Ivan
Je ne suis pas un étudiant
Je suis un garçon solitaire
Et un Légionnaire de la France. 

J’ai écrit ce poème
Parce que je sens quelque pour toi
Avec le temps tu es devenue
Une grande personé pour...

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Aime-moi maintenant pendant que
Je peux t'aimer en retour.
Aime-moi maintenant quand, à vœux
Je peux allumer et éteindre le feu.
Aime-moi maintenant pendant que, encore
Je peux facilement expirer, inspirer et respirer.
Aime-moi maintenant pendant que
Je peux mirer clairement ta...

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C’est ton heureux anniversaire
Mon amie, ma copine, ma commère
Il m’est impossible de t’envoyer des fleurs
Et je ne peux pas t’écrire de jolis poèmes
Cependant je peux te souhaiter du bonheur
Avec toute ma force et avec tout...

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Les vieux poèmes sont comme de vieilles chaussures
Que nous refusons de jeter au fond des fissures
Comme les vieilles pensées que nous ne pouvons pas ignorer
Ou les vieilles routes que nous aimons naviguer.

Les vieux poèmes sont...

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