Long Piaf Poems

Autumn Leaves/Les feuilles mortes de Jacques PREVERT (1900-77) 
Translated by T. Wignesan 

(Note: As far as I can make out, this poem is at the heart of all versions of « The Autumn Leaves "...

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J'apprends le français en ce moment
parce que j'ai l'intention de voyager à Paris.
Je ne parle pas couramment le français.
J'ai découvert Le Lac il y a quelques années.

Par un mariage
Du côté de ma mère,
nous sommes liés...

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Yesterday for my birthday,
I started off
with a bottle of wine...
I took the train
into town...
I had half a bitter
at the Cafe de Piaf
in Waterloo...
I went to work
for a couple of hours or so;
I had a pint...

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POTD 27 Sept 2023

~LOVE SAID ~
"Go find her, set her free."

In my search, I found an array of colourful petals,
An abundance of aromatic aromas.

Each one, I hydrated with my blood and tears,
But each one pricked...

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I bought a bird once
a parakeet from woolworth
looking so sad in its cage
and that was the start of my aviary
as it needed company I got it a mate
a nest with eggs ensued
they hatched ugly as...

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Forty three years of marriage and still you make my heart beat strong 
I never wanted to be anything else but your wife and loving song 
Together we walked, jogged and trotted but most of...

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It was so long ago, the camera in my heart, 
had almost forgotten it and so~
Let this be a tribute to Roget and his gracious 
mother, the owners.....
A French bar, Le Montmartre,filled with well 
dressed...

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i see your soul from another room
im trying to be with you but now its ruined
and now i cant acquire love 
since my sense is growing
im way to proud to show the slightest emotion

out at...

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Paris is  this:
A comedian
on the street an accordion
that empties it"s
songs on the Seine ...
Summer is in the square,
From La Concorde or
anywhere, and the boulevards
crowded with cars
rolling ...
On the table bottle
 fine wine !
On the...

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a dulcet dreamy rendition
of sweet symphony
paints  a cosmic light
inciting the sleepy moon
over the  silvery sea

as music soars~
I see clouds descending 
to kiss the silky shore
resting on his bosom

and as the music fades,
I hear...

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(INSPIRED IN PART BY A SONG BY THE GREAT FRENCH 'SOUL SINGER', EDITH PIAF)


Should we praise the chanteuse
who sang "I regret nothing"?
Was she a saint or a sociopath? 
Did she forget the peccadilloes,
the slights, the...

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Un peu piaf, rien de rien.
One makes memories, what do they mean?
Our small sparrow shall not fly again
when those notes fall on persons unseen.

Nothing for nothing, the time they spend
taking these steps, we can climb...

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Des Nuits d'Amour
 

A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the 
starry night that I can smell in your 
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften...

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A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the 
starry night that I can smell in your 
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften me, caught in this love-lair.
Massages...

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Another summer
Summer is over the night arrives hastily 
it was a delicious season spent indoors
his cancer didn´t like to sun.
To sit there and dream of summer wine and dance
reading brochure of adventures in Thailand.
Once he...

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Charles Aznavour and I

Once in Southgate, I bumped into him
I apologised, so did he, and we continued on our way.
Further down the street, I said to myself 
you touched a famous man, thought of running...

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For 'music to my pen' contest - (Poem about Edith Piaf with reference to the song ''no
regrets'' and her autobiography)

Sat up,
Listening to sparrow. 
Her every single word.
Loosing my memories.
Each night hoping, 
That I might,
One day...

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Sex Appeal

How do we know it ends?
Or....did we end it?
We declare ourselves no longer
pretty or handsome!
Think...Edith Piaf.
{ her bio is online}
Edith married a way younger
man.

She was a French chanteuse.
Hardly ugly nor her face the
color of...

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