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All day long I’ve thought of you Cecile! Because today was your birthday. A day you have celebrated in Heaven for a […]

A half-century ago It was being built, My beloved little house. My father had dug out the stones By the holeful, by […]

…One leaf, two leaves Three leaves falling around me On this October morning And now my memory travels back Far back Into […]

Strip. Despoil our Country Sweep away the sacred oaks of the Druids The birches of the Celts and the yew-trees —And the […]

They make me laugh —When they don’t infuriate me –They are seeking, they say, tranquillity To rest from the noise of the […]

We line up, the old people, On the side of the road, And watch the caravans Of young people pass by. What […]

There is filth and filth. There is filth that water can wash away There is filth that fire can scarcely touch Poisonous […]

Legends of our ancestors spoke of ogres Horrible ogres, people-eaters. History speaks of races of savages In the depth of the great […]

—“Speak Breton to my babies? Well yes, probably! Shoot! I’m not crazy!” —“Fiddle! … So speak to them in pidgin French. To […]

The family left for a better place Its barn half unroofed The farm abandoned The wooden carts remain With their arms open, […]