Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet,
Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid,
Since I have known your soul, and all the bloom of it,
And all the perfume rare, now buried in the shade;
Since it was given to me to hear on happy while,
The words wherein your heart spoke all its mysteries,
Since I have seen you weep, and since I have seen you smile,
Your lips upon my lips, and your eyes upon my eyes;
Since I have known above my forehead glance and gleam,
A ray, a single ray, of your star, veiled always,
Since I have felt the fall, upon my lifetime's stream,
Of one rose petal plucked from the roses of your days;
I now am bold to say to the swift changing hours,
Pass, pass upon your way, for I grow never old,
Fleet to the dark abysm with all your fading flowers,
One rose that none may pluck, within my heart I hold.
Your flying wings may smite, but they can never spill
The cup fulfilled of love, from which my lips are wet;
My heart has far more fire than you can frost to chill,
My soul more love than you can make my soul forget
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From guest Rachel (contact)
The French title is "Puisque j'ai mis ma lèvre à ta coupe encor pleine" And I absolutely agree... the poem is beautiful. -
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From guest Amy (contact)
what is the title of this piece in french? i googled: plus fort que le temps...but didnt find anything. -
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Amy - I didn't find anything either I'm afraid. I looked for both title and first line with no success. I hope that someone else comes along here and comes up with a brilliant idea. Keep looking! Von - Oldpoetry Team
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