Long Jardin Poems

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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"Angel Eyes" 

that dark angel
standing in the corner
observing the shadows of man 
pass him by -

he has angel eyes

that shine high beam
bright bushfires that light 
the entire transparent 
padded room parade

dance cards lit 
he’s biding...

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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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The shadow of a tree 
has fallen on the morning garden.

It moves with slow steps
and leaves its trail of frost,
as if it were telling the time
as the day progresses.

The grasses, freed from its embrace
sing a...

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I would like to be twelve million kilometers away
From this stupid town, I’d like to be in Minnesota,
To burn all my poems in your hungry eyes,
I want to get away from those raptors that steal...

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OH! DARLING ONE

Oh, darling, my lovely one;
Oh, darling one
As springtime beauty marches on;
The inviting myths of your loveliness marches on;
And you are the violets;
And you're  the sun;
And you are roses petals;
Reaching toward the clouds;
And...

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Setting: A man and woman are reunited in a garden after an unbearably long separation. From the viewpoint of the man.



Now the sun is slowly rising o'er the mountains
And it lights a sea of diamonds...

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Le Jardin De Ma Mere.


      A frayed straw hat protecting silvery grey,
      my mother got outside today!

      Yellow, green, and...

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And I talk to her heart of delight, and she shudders to think elsewhere
The purchase of her soul, enlightened over here
She has a glass face, so smooth like porcelain
Created by a master-smith, not an extrinsic...

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Our fig in January, entirely denuded now
like my heart in your absence, is but
more beautiful, if possible, in its seasonal
solemnity than in summer's exacting extravagance.
The trunk, grown massive in manhood, is a citadel
of strength supporting...

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I hear the whispers of past souls
That guide me through life’s
Wondrous garden of flowers.
Each flower has a unique 
And beautiful bloom.
I see how the fragile and 
Delicate injure easily and
Wither and die without protection.
I am...

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Sur les mêmes toiles, peindre les sentiments de souvenir.
Sous d'autres cieux, semer les espoirs d'avenir.
Quels que soient les environs, quel que soit le chemin,
On te voit toujours tendant sans discrimination la main,
Aux élèves dans l'aisance...

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I wandered, lost in the labyrinth of love
The right bank of the seine sang so clearly
That I was for sure walking with nothing Left
Nothing on the left at all
The northern vaults of gold
Meaningless to a...

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Your fig tree in January, denuded now
is more stately, if possible, in its stark seasonal
solemnity than in summer's exacting extravagance.
Its trunk, massive in manhood, is a citadel, supporting
the curving bowl of branches as they bend...

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grand garden at Giverny
are gems gorgeously
nestling near a warm abode
where golden path lies beneath
in thick impasto and rugged strokes
transforming terrestrial moment
into amaranthine beatitude

baggy brush movement
of varied greens~ 
transposing from  soft geneva
to gecko and genoa
interlacing...

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Sometimes I think that there is just... you and me 
For all the world to see, this love inside of me

And how this came to be is hard to come to know
As long as you...

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Another day
Another memory fades
Le jardin que toujours existe
Has disappeared, disparu

An army of 40,000 destroyed
All that my childhood held dear
They arrive in planes and limos
Coal fired three piece suits

They lectured the poor
They sold platitudes like souvenirs
They...

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En la tierra de dioses y monstruos
Yo era un angel
Viviendo en el jardin del mal
Pecados y maldiciónes cargo en esta vida 
Brillando como un faro de fuego
Tienes esa medicina que necesito
Que va directo ala vena...

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Clippings were cut to place in a crystal vase.
They grew in the sunny corner of the garden,
tiny petals reminding me of hand tatted lace.
I gave them water, blooms from my jardin.
Lilacs perfume the night wind...

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They say a picture paints a thousand words------
 that my love.---- that is just untrue--
 there are not enough - words to - de-scribe you ---
  the wonder ---- the very wonder of you
...

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Soon
the moon is black,
she is in mourning of the evening

Over the garden’s stones
Shadows are getting longer
from tomorrow

The confusion of the sky
The seedling of comets
The pulse of the planets

Will do nothing with the future
Just the scent...

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Another day
Again no lover to warm my heart
Another night
I know I shall sit alone in darkness
Another walk in le jardin sans amor
Me, my life has ended, she left me heartless
All around young lovers stroll, hand...

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Approach, slow, steady, a padlock chained gate
Stand still, calm, resolute, you might be let in
Proceed, easy, savor, it was worth the wait
Breathe in, breathe out, fragrant air of the garden
The sacred space of her heart,...

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It is important to vary the landscapes,
For the spirit to be happy,

But what soothes a lover?
The beauty of a mountain range,
The purity of a river, the silence of a lake,

It takes an inner garden to...

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Alone, in Paris
The flowers sing
Le jardin du Luxembourg
I look at all the pretty ladies
Which one of them pray tell 
Is you
The one who wishes for that sweet caress
The one whose painting hangs on the wall
The...

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