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gladys-lemire le 05-08-2024 à 17:33:04
poème



Poet! your fervor makes your memory great.

Entirely absorbed in your blessed worship,

You preferred the Muse to everything, even to glory,

Master! who in your art equaled Cellini.


Loves, honors, treasures, all that man envies,

Less than a beautiful verse touched your heart enamored of beauty.

To all indifferent, you passed through life

Your soul and eyes fixed on the ideal torch.


You knew how to see nothing except in the day of its light;

You wanted good to be beautiful and virtue beautiful.

A diamond freed from its first gangue,

Truth charmed you only in beauty dressed.


Blithely carrying the chain of gold rhythms,

You chiseled your dream and your ardor into verse.

Your spirit pure of gall knew only one hatred,

This hatred of Evil betrayed by its ugliness.


Like the bee to the lily, the happy expression,

Rhymes and winged words, ran to your voice.

The image dazzled in your numerous stanza,

My meters were tinged with purple under your fingers.


Number and color, the rhythm with the long word

Married in your verse the line with the proud outline.

Form had your cult, oh impeccable poet!

And with its gifts form has paid your love.

BernardNowman le 05-08-2024 à 16:34:46
magnifique article mon amour (l)

je t'aimeeeeeeee (l) my wife always d'amour (l) à moi

gladys-lemire le 05-08-2024 à 15:57:04
beautiful me little créats