Dark, wrinkled as a purple pink,
It breathes, it nestles in that bed of moss,
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Black A, white E, red I, green U, blue O - vowels,
Some day I will open your silent pregnancies:
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I have kissed the summer dawn.
Before the palaces, nothing moved. The water lay dead.
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The sun has wept rose in the shell of your ears,
The world has rolled white from your back,
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Everything seen…
The vision gleams in every air.
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A tearful tincture washes
Cabbage-green skies;
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It is a high, carved sideboard made of oak.
The dark old wood, like old folks, seems kind;
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"The flag goes with the foul landscape,
and our jargon muffles the drum."
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1. (From: Fetes de la Patience)
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1. (From: Fetes de la Patience)
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A breath opens operatic breaches
in the walls,-- blurs the pivoting of crumbling roofs,--
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A large carved cupboard of white oak
emanates that relaxed gentle air
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A Prince was vexed at having devoted himself
only to the perfection of ordinary generosities.
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A rap of your finger on the drum
fires all the sounds
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A small green valley where a slow stream flows
And leaves long strands of silver on the bright
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A winding movement on the slope beside the rapids of the river.
The abyss at the stern, The swiftness of the incline,
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Against a fall
of snow,
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Al Godillot, Gambier, Galopeau,
Wolf-Pleyel - O Robinets! -
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Among the foliage, green casket flecked with gold;
in the uncertain foliage that blossoms
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Ancient Comedy pursues its harmonies and divides its Idylls:
Raised platforms along the boulevards.
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And so the Mother, shutting up the duty book,
Went, proud and satisfied.
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And the mother, closing the work-book
Went off, proud, satisfied, not seeing,
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As I drifted on a river I could not control,
No longer guided by the bargemen's ropes.
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As soon as the idea of the Deluge had subsided,
A hare stopped in the clover and swaying flowerbells,
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At centre, the Emperor, blue-yellow, in apotheosis,
Gallops off, ramrod straight, on his fine gee-gee,
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At four o'clock on a summer morning,
The Sleep of love still lasts.
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Birth of Venus
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life,
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Black in the snow and fog,
at the great lighted airshaft, their bums rounded,
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Blackcurrant river rolls unknown in strange valleys;
the voices of a hundred rooks go with it,
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Bluish roofs and white doors
As on nocturnal Sundays,
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