Voici mon deuxième choix de vers du recueil Les évocations : poésies, dans le Livre Quatrième intitulé Pour les bébés, consacré à l’enfance. Le poète se soigne avec un tisane faite à base de fleurs qui ressemblent à des étoiles. Cela attise la curiosité de sa fille, et stimule son imagination créative. Elle se montre alors un vrai poète. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
La poésie et l’amour se déploient pour la quatre centième fois… Célébrons-le avec les baisers de la belle demoiselle ! CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
My last choice of a love poem from the beautiful collection Asylum Poems by John Clare. Soft and gentle, full of flowers and nature’s beauties, it smiles with words of love. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Voici un deuxième poème du recueil Chansons, une joyeuse évocation des jeux d’amour à l’occasion de la collecte des fleurs et des fruits. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Asylum Poems, the fabulous collection of verses written by John Clare when he was interned in an lunatic asylum, is a real treasure full of beautiful love poems. I give here a charming one, devoted to a young beauty seen walking among the wild flowers of the mountain. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
The English poet Andrew Marvell (1621–1678) lived through several political regimes, and could adapt to each one. He started his career under the Stuart Monarchy, then visited Europe during the Civil War; afterwards he returned to England and held official positions during the republican Commonwealth, finally he served as Member of Parliament during the monarchic Restoration. He could do this by writing complex and sometimes ambiguous poetry, which could be interpreted in several ways. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
A gentle poem dedicated to a dead young girl. The poet covers her with various flowers, then gives her a last kiss. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Amour écarlate, doux nectar fondant dans la bouche, répandu sur la couche, délice sans fin. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
The little flower of burning desires
Is waiting for a caress
And a poet’s kiss.
But the kiss comes only within a dream
In a faraway world. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Mordre une grenade mûre, sentir le jus rouge couler sur ses joues… amour ultime caché dans un doux écrin. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
