Sur mes cahiers d’écolierSur mon pupitre et les arbresSur le sable sur la neigeJ’écris ton nom Sur toutes les pages luesSur toutes les pages blanchesPierre sang papier ou cendreJ’écris ton nom Sur les images doréesSur les armes des guerriersSur la couronne des roisJ’écris ton nom Sur la jungle et le…
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Joe Sharp Summertime has been the blossom overAutumn chill has seen off meadow cloverA circling flock of starlings I can seeCome roosting on the rowan berry treeI do so yearn for days of early spring I contemplate the cold October skyA starlit night with frost descendingI shiver at the moon…
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Edna St. Vincent Millay The room is full of you! — As I came inAnd closed the door behind me, all at onceA something in the air, intangible,Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick! — Sharp, unfamiliar odors have destroyedEach other room’s dear personality.The heavy scent of damp, funereal…
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‘Twas such a little—little boatThat toddled down the bay!‘Twas such a gallant—gallant seaThat beckoned it away! ‘Twas such a greedy, greedy waveThat licked it from the Coast—Nor ever guessed the stately sailsMy little craft was lost! Emily Dickinson