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    L’ Horloge

    Tic-tac tic-tac la mort glisse sur l’ horlogeglisse en haut tic-tac Dieu a inventé le tempsDieu a inventé la mort cette mort est inventéetout la dément tout autour tic-tac tic-tacsur les vitres le brouillard coule tel un torrentles épées cruelles du désespoir tranchent l’espaceet son enveloppe gluante tic-tac tic-tacla veuve…

  • John Keats

    Acrostic : Georgiana Augusta Keats

    Give me your patience, sister, while I frameExact in capitals your golden name;Or sue the fair Apollo and he willRouse from his heavy slumber and instillGreat love in me for thee and Poesy.Imagine not that greatest masteryAnd kingdom over all the Realms of verse,Nears more to heaven in aught, than…

  • Robert Frost

    Acquainted with the Night

    I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still…