On the ground —Pitchforks, brooms scattered around Noise and clamor and intoxicated men The pile of straw is on the verge of falling Two or three ladders help support it! In the courtyard In flapping his wings The rooster sings […]
…The grandmother dozed off Trembling with the cold The embers half-dead in the hearth, Covered with a dust-blanket of damp ashes, Children entered, Whose children? It doesn’t matter. Children are always nosy parkers! They noticed the bellows: a strange violin! […]
The last ringing of the church bell grows silent Lost in the dreamy blue haze There is no other sound in this warm Hour Except the timid song of a cricket deep in its crevice Accompanied by the popping of […]
Arrows of pain torment me, Keeping me from sleep. Painful pinches disturb me, Keeping me from dreams, Thought and prayer. While, Little night noises interrupt my suffering: Slight crackings of the log in the fireplace, The nimble tappings of the […]
Hervé is at the top of the tree That hums in the uproar of a wild wind, For he’s shaking it as quickly as he’s able So that, like a barrage of colossal hail Ricocheting with the sound of billiard-balls […]
The sky is dark … An atmosphere of mourning! The bells of Tregrom 10 are sounding the knell of the dead… ………………………….. In passing over Pont-Kozh I am standing Before a painful tableau like the Picture of Despair! The water […]
Ah! To return each time to a house empty and cold, To a house whose door is locked and windows closed, A house in which no one ever awaits you, Not a Christian, or father, or mother, or relative, or […]
Ah! my dog! od knows how much there is between us. Between your nature and the soul of your mistress Only lie knows why and how You live at her look, you die at her death And through what sort […]
You look so pained Trained on mine Seems to be a prayer Ah! How I pity you If only it were in my power To ease your pain’ Ah! If only I had been a Healer! Of what then are […]
The shortest night of the year. The night of the longest day Ten o’clock! Night doesn’t fall Every form is crystal-clear and well-defined in the distance. The sky has a palor so semi-mourning: Stifling blue, thin, unfeeling, wordless, The color […]
