Long Elles Poems

Oft in My Thought
by Charles D'Orleans
translation by Michael R. Burch

So often in my busy mind I sought,
Around the advent of the fledgling year,
For something pretty that I really ought
To give my lady dear;
But that sweet...

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The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
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My Arkea Ultime Challenge race,
Solo race around the world,
It is the poetry that I trace day by day,
My trimaran is happiness and its sails,
I can go around the world, with,
From my home port, Brest,
Crossing Cape...

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She wades in until the water reaches her waist,
looks out and continues into the endless sea.
Her imagined long gown floats behind her.

Her little girl shoulder blades 
become hidden beneath the water.
Each time she raises her...

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Le Rat Noir – Translation of Iris Clayton’s « The Black Rat » by T. Wignesan

(Iris Clayton of the Wiradjuri tribe in New South Wales was born in 1945. One of nine children, six of...

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The most beautiful girls,
Are those we imagine to love,
The ones we would like to invite to the restaurant
To drink champagne and grands crus,

The most beautiful girls, I know some,
Are the ones we imagine loving you,
They...

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Ce sont de grosse perles tombées à l'envi du paradis,
Grain à grain, plus luisantes que tout superbe satin.
Leur fraîcheur et délicatesse proviennent du séraphin,
Qui dit: jamais ses qualités ne deviendront ni taries ni décaties.
Tant qu'il...

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I would stay for hours,
Waiting for a nice bee to land,
On the small purple flowers of a fuchsia, or heather,
I would wait for hours,
As if the future of the planet depended on it,
I would stay...

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Conquistador, for you, my queen,
I want to conquer your heart, cursed star
I want to possess your revolt, and all that is predicted tomorrow,
Conquistador, Conquistador,
I want to tame your eyes, ferocious tigers
I want to share your...

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Fruits noirs

Sans qu’on y prenne garde,
Le ciel se tisse du grillage
Sombre des branches.
Elles  s’étendent  chaque année,
Et chaque année,
Grignotent un peu plus d’espace,

Au point de parfaire une voûte
Et d’arriver à se rejoindre,
En confisquant le...

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Poème poète égyptien : Abdel Latif Moubarak

Traduction: Nuran Hourani

Toi;

Votre terre;

Te jette.

sur l'aile d'un poème; tu repose

Peut etre ; ne pas égarer  de vous laisser tomber ...

Pays;  sur la porte de l'enfer même si...

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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 dream?
To make us think, or write
For us to measure distances
Which...

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Do magpies communicate with the dead? 
It is not uncommon to see magpies in a cemetery
Silent and calm, watch over the graves,
The flowery tombs and the so dogmatic crosses

I often see them in cemeteries thinking,
As...

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How beautiful and discreet, this port, at night,
When you listen to fado, come that voice, Misia
It becomes deep and mysterious, sonorous,
Its numerous lights are warm as wool.

How enchanting this port, at night, o night
Between the...

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Wheelie bins know what you’re thinking
Deep down you know it’s true
They know just what you did last night
And they are judging you

And if you think you see them smirk
When you are walking past
It’s probably not...

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That one, who understood that the flowers,
were the most beautiful thing in the world, 
gather before roses, orchids
This one, understood everything, and loved.

The flowers and their heavenly perfumes,
Make him forget sorrows of love,
Forget hours spent...

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L’amoureux brindezingue dit non avec la tète
Le cerveau fort agité amèrement s’embête
Pendant qu’il dit oui avec le cœur enflammé
D’un amour incertain, embaumé et emmitouflé
Oh ! Quelle bête! Les femmes ont toujours raison
Même quand elles ont...

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Translation below (in progress)


Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix

He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace


J’étais Charlie

De ma tombe
Mon âme pleure encore rouge
L’encre coule encore
Arrosage des fleurs ci-dessus
Les fleurs,...

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