FLOWERS OF BROOM
When the broom is at its peak Friends came… Surprised at so much gold They gathered bouquets Filled up their carts Said to the heath “See you again Next year!” ……………………………… The broom remembered: sensitive hearts —Here we are in […]
Poems
DUSK
A gray sky — low Ashes; running into the black trees A gray sky descending low To wrap the earth in its soft coat That extends the calm above the warren …mysterious. A bat Circles silently— Peaceful night! And then, […]
DISSATISFACTION
Who nourished you? Tell me… When you were cold and starving! Who nourished you? Tell me… With white breadcrumbs and buckwheat! Now, bird, you steal from me My raspberries, my grapes… Who nourished you? Tell me In the winter when […]
CAREFREE
(Rural tableau) A border of flowering broom A golden sea gently undulating. Carefree in the shade of an oak tree Three cows stretched out on the grass Ruminating greens and dreams Now and again an ear is raised Just like […]
WHEN THE MUSE LEAVES
“Muse! muse! Daughter of Heaven Why then do you leave? Oh! listen to my plea Without you life has no poetry Come back. Without you I am mute and blind I see only a glimmer I hear only a murmur […]
MY POEMS
If I write by the light of my lamp Disorderly and empty verses Uncertainly with this small stub in my tired hand If I write at night on the back of envelopes Insignificant poems: poor merchandise In which are found […]
I’M TIRED
—White writing tablet of homey visage Stretched out impatiently You itch for my caresses I’m tired. My head is empty And my hand is numb My spirit deadened My soul strayed away. …………………………………. No. I’ll not scratch you tonight. I’m […]
NIGHT OF THE SOULS
Souls of my compatriots Following your chagrin tonight Through the paths of the Mountains On the deep roads of the Forest And on the beaches of the Sea, Souls of my compatriots Wandering in the black night Tonight you will […]
IN THE MOONLIGHT
I went for a walk in the soft night All by myself in the moonlight, Listening quietly to the song of the Earth. The Nightingale long since had hushed, The rosebush Crickets were all asleep, The Heath is peaceful when […]
HUMMING
I would rather hear Things than people. The sound of the fire hissing The gander honking In a howling wind, Water gurgling in the stream And the sluice-gate rumbling. Far away I hear their humming Like an echo coming From […]
