Long Envoi Poems

The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
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Canzone
The canzone is an Italian form with strong similarities to the sestina. There are no rhymes; instead there are five keywords that determine the structure of the poem. Every line of...

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Pyramus was the handsome young man
Thisbe the fair maiden of Babylon.
The houses of their parents did adjoin 
Neighborhood brought the two in relation.
And the acquaintance ripened into love
And the fire within them burnt with bright...

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We deemed that we could never be beaten.
Our flaws, too, turned out to be an asset.
I would grant you a drink once you've eaten.
Passionfruit, to recall which silhouette
My confidence sustains me through my tears.
For poise,...

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Cantos Uno  Obsessive Eclipse Octavia
Israel  is like a mote on mankind’s face 
Born on May 14 1948 ,
A host of problems a bloody disgrace 
I see two  eclipses to change it’s fate,
A...

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The cottage was no more than just a shack,  
But it certainly took memories back,
To that place, where I spent all my young days,
Living and learning, it’s all quite a haze. 
Yes poor, but...

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The wicked world, in this age is full of sin,
All youth have a lust for the obscene;
The hour has come to cleanse the skin,
Our bodies, no longer temples, are unclean;
One may find all will feel...

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RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade Le Chant Royal 6

(NOTE: This French “ballade” is being composed on permutations of the number ONE repeated twice, I.e., 11. Eleven syllables to the line in iamb or...

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Ballade : In favour of those called Decadents and Symbolists, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Ballade en faveur des dénommés Décadents et Symbolistes

						for Léon Vanier*

(The texts I use for my translations are from : Yves-Alain Favre,...

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As cave-dweller O man, thou wert crudest, 
Ere civilized and a bit social made,  
In a painstaking long march to the crest, 
Evolving— a seed of creed mutated,  
Ye struggled long before brought...

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Then Thisbe stole forth as agreed upon
Unobserved her head covered with a veil
Out of city’s bounds edifice well known
Waited for Pyramus near a fountain trail.
In the dim light she descried a lioness
Nearing the fountain with...

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Old growth forests are a sight to behold             
 Humans wiping them out makes me angry
 Politicos who support this can go to...

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Poetry reveals, enlightens, consoles
Holding reflecting mirrors up to our souls,
Showing what we might not otherwise see
Suggests how our lives might better be
Poetry instructs, refreshes, and amuses,
Often fascinates; sometimes confuses.

Poetry blends the colors of our experiences
Breaks...

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Where Should I begin from? My words are like scattered stars,
The fingers rummage for words. Pen is rent asunder. It runs away from me, in reality

I return back to nostalgia; the dead dreams are still...

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Stadacona
An ode to Quebec City

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On the green bank of a mighty stream - 
A lofty aerie - a fair city beam
With stately air a queen, she stands - 
A gem - over these most forest...

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In the still of the night, where shadows softly kiss,
Our hearts beat in sync, beneath the silent stars.
A touch so tender, as dreams entwine in secret,
The world fades away, and only we are awake.
Your lips...

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Pyramus was the handsome young man
Thisbe the fair maiden of Babylon
Both the parents’ houses did adjoin 
Neighborhood brought the two in relation.
And the acquaintance ripened into love
And the fire within them burnt with bright glow
Would...

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Aux lacs italiens

 
         Douce l'italie, ca n'est pas moi qui raillerai jamais tes
amants, méme quand la passion les emportant Bien au contraire,
les exces m'enchantent. Je me...

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My desert I-land is a great place to be.
Would you care to peruse this brochure?
But even with the Bible and Shakespeare,
my eight favourite gramophone records,
and a limitless supply of needles,
not everything is kosher.
If you're feeling...

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I watch first rains on dusty countryside, 
And know, no pathways etched are by despair, 
And yet, hope comes like first showers to guide, 
Give ample hints on how to go and where. 
And a...

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I think about nothingness mostly these days
My nothingness is not foggy and mystic
Not demanding about the attires, undone
Still dumped in the bucket, for reasons, 
not aligned in chorus
All I know that time
Asynchronous and foggy that
Those...

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RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - La Ballade “Le Chant Royal” -Concluding Stanza

(Note: As you can see, I have taken certain liberties with the fixed form, but have always kept close to the spirit of...

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In the Heart of Autumn's Embrace

Amidst the woods where golden leaves do fall,

The whispering winds sing songs of days gone by,

Within the heart of nature's tranquil call,

The sun sets low beneath the glowing sky.

Though time...

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I
A day, a blessing, misshapen
Careless words, good deeds overtaken
You rise, we rise: building on the trough
Cresting arrested; environment looks tough
We cannot fall further, sink lower
We remain connected, no matter the matter
Mother and child, ocean &...

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A pen rather than write, retreats,
Some whilst play games, some write for name
Loiter in literary streets,
And return just as once they came,
Love for pen proving a bit lame,
And greed for glamour soaring high,
A lot that...

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