The moon was sad. Seraphim crying
Dreaming, bow in hand, in the calm of flowers
Misty, drew from dying viols
Whites tears rolling on the blue corollas
arcanus121 1 year ago
It was the blessed day of your first kiss.
My reverie magnet tortured me,
Intoxicated with the perfume of sadness cleverly,
That even without regret and disappointment leaves,
the Dream of a heart that was picked.
So I wandered, their eyes riveted on the ageing pavement,
When the sun shone on hair in the street,
And in the evening, you appeared to me, laughing
And I thought I saw with fairy hat clarity,
That once in my beautiful sleep of a spoiled child,
Going on, always leaving his hands ajar,
Snow white clusters of fragrant stars.
Magistrale lecture du poème de Stéphane Mallarmé, intitulé : "Apparition" ; l'un des plus grands, selon moi, de la littérature française.
Mille fois bravo !
Un poète contemporain
ThierryCABOT 1 year ago
Merci Fanfan de nous offrir ces instants de paix et de poésie, la poésie ton univers. On t'imagine toi aussi, passante au chapeau de clarté.
Amalypense 2 years ago
The moon was sad. Seraphim crying
Dreaming, bow in hand, in the calm of flowers
Misty, drew from dying viols
Whites tears rolling on the blue corollas
arcanus121 1 year ago
It was the blessed day of your first kiss.
My reverie magnet tortured me,
Intoxicated with the perfume of sadness cleverly,
That even without regret and disappointment leaves,
the Dream of a heart that was picked.
arcanus121 1 year ago
So I wandered, their eyes riveted on the ageing pavement,
When the sun shone on hair in the street,
And in the evening, you appeared to me, laughing
And I thought I saw with fairy hat clarity,
That once in my beautiful sleep of a spoiled child,
Going on, always leaving his hands ajar,
Snow white clusters of fragrant stars.
arcanus121 1 year ago
Magistrale lecture du poème de Stéphane Mallarmé, intitulé : "Apparition" ; l'un des plus grands, selon moi, de la littérature française.
Mille fois bravo !
Un poète contemporain
ThierryCABOT 1 year ago
Merci Fanfan de nous offrir ces instants de paix et de poésie, la poésie ton univers. On t'imagine toi aussi, passante au chapeau de clarté.
Amalypense 2 years ago