La poésie et l’amour appartiennent à la nuit. Pas une nuit froide et calme des corps engourdis, mais une nuit torride et violente, enflammant le désir. À tout âge, nous devons brûler pour vivre. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
I usually don’t care about Saint Valentine, and for me February 14 is just an ordinary day, like any other one. How boring these conventional stories about two adults, usually a man and a woman, who live in a couple and tell how much they love each other—do they really?
I always prefer unusual love stories. This one happened five years ago. On February 14, 2015, a single father brought his daughter aged six to restaurant and took well care of her. A couple gave him a little note warmly approving him and saying that they would pay the restaurant bill:
Hi there!
Sorry to spy but my husband & I saw you out with your little Date & were so impressed with what a great Dad you are.
From two Adults who grew up without dads, it’s so important to have a male role model at a young age.
Keep up the good work Dad!
Dinner is on us! 🙂
His comment:
As a single dad, I took my six year old daughter out to valentines dinner tonight when this happened. I wont lie, I teared up at the table. So, thank you random strangers. Thank you.
Yes, every little girl needs to be loved and cherished by a devoted and caring mature person.
Source: imgur, February 15, 2015.
Previously published on Agapeta, 2015/02/17. This story was also mentioned in Pigtails in Paint, March 3, 2015.
I got to know the WordPress blog Girl Love Poetry because its owner made a comment on Agapeta in October 2016. It extols the author’s love for little girls, and consists of charming little poems, each one on a separate page. The blog header is a cut from the above image. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Dans ce poème dédié à Lucette Descaves, son professeur de piano qu’elle appelait « mon Amour », Minou Drouet lui retourne avec beaucoup d’humour le reproche que cette dernière lui avait fait d’être influençable. En fait, dit-elle, toute la nature est influençable, comme la mer qui porte le reflet du soleil. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Today I present a mysterious poem from Hips & haws. The poet does not dare to go into the moonlight, fearing some unspecified “infinite thing” that could “enwrap” him. The title mentions two virgins, but the text tells only about one, Diana, the virgin goddess of the hunt, the moon, and nature in Roman mythology. There seem to be hidden things or people, Diana “cannot hear them though she stands whitely among them,” and “she has no fear.” CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Marjory Fleming’s cousin Isabella Keith, a young woman in her early twenties, was in charge of her education from the end of 1809 to the summer of 1811. She showed herself an affectionate and careful teacher, always patient despite Marjory’s unruly behaviour and frequent bursts of anger. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
In my previous blog Agapeta, I devoted several posts to poems written by my readers, that is, people who liked my posts, commented on them, or subscribed to the blog. Among these poems, my favourite was written by one of my earliest readers, and it appeared in April 2014. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
I present today my second selection from Coppard’s 1922 collection of verses, Hips & haws. A beautiful love poem, full of mystery and secret sensuality, where amorous passion hides behind music, honey and the beauty of nature … indeed, the bride is mute and invisible. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Marie Louise Antoinette de Heredia, la deuxième des trois filles de l’homme de lettres d’origine cubaine José-Maria de Heredia, naquit le 20 décembre 1875 à Paris. Elle épousa Henri de Régnier, puis devient la maîtresse de Pierre Louÿs, tous deux poètes et romanciers. Sous le nom de plume Gérard d’Houville, elle est l’auteure de romans et de poésies. Elle mourut le 6 février 1963 à Suresnes. Elle est enterrée au cimetière du Père-Lachaise. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Marjory Fleming was not a really beautiful girl. In her first journal of spring and summer 1810 (when she was 7 years old), she wrote:
—I am very strong & robust & not of the delicate sex nor of the fair but of the deficient in look People who are deficient in looks can make up for it by virtue.
In a letter to Marjory’s sister Isabella, dated April 1, 1811, her cousin Isabella Keith wrote: CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
