Reve Poems - Poems about Reve

Arthur Rimbaud Translations of Antico (“Ancient” or “Antique”), Rêvé Pour l'hiver (“Winter Dream”), and Dawn Antico (“Ancient” or “Antique”) by Arthur Rimbaud loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Graceful son of Pan! Around your brow, crowned with flowers and berries, your eyes, lustrous spheres, revolve. Your cheeks, stained with wine sediments, seem hollow. Your white fangs gleam. Your lyre-like...

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Walking in the back streets of Paris On a warm balmy evening Talking with a friend enjoying The night and watching As the people went on their way Unhurriedly ,also enjoying the day. The pace was slow Sun a fading glow Shadows growing long Nearby a busker sang a love song While a nightingale Gave a melodius refrain We imagined a little ball Which we...

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I see that river Beyond life The one that flows Through our dreams I catch Glimpses of it Between the trees And when I sleep And if we match Drift and flow I can reach out Drop my hand In its current Fill my head With Deja reve Those moments I’ve dreamt before Then we Meander apart Again It’s just beyond The trees And in my dreams That river flows And in my life I’ve dreamt it before...

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My Recurrent Dream, Translation of Paul Verlaine's Sonnet : Mon Rêve Familier I'm often subject to a strange and invasive dream Of an elusive woman whom I love, and who loves me And who at every encounter might not the same be Nor altogether another be, yet forbearing in her love seem. For knowing how my open...

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Dream I give up writing poetry ! I’m going to be rich tomorrow. I’d rather others took over the tow : Who wishes ! Who wishes my double to be ? Worthwhile endeavour, I dare testify : Long hours given to the promenade While attempting to rhyme a ballade, I spent late nights and far away did lie. Under a lucid and clear moon, The...

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le rêve lucide ne peut pas revenir à dormir après un rêve si lucide après vraiment croire que le monde que vous occupiez, était en fait, celui de droite --- ne voulant pas quitter le confort de ce lieu que vous nouvellement entré en (bien qu'ayant aucune idée de comment), où toutes les personnalités semblent agir de la sorte que vous pensez qu'ils le feraient, ce moment...

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