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I have chosen to be a slave, A slave forever. I was born to a race of slaves. Those slaves are subject […]

Have pity, Lord on the Earth! O yes: I know you are patient You had reason to be angry long ago At […]

They are heedless Those who walk on city pavements. Heedless of killing and injuring Small creatures moving or not… Ah! How heedful […]

Rain on Brittany. Rain Night and day, no peace No surcease The earth’s drowned. The Sowing threatened. Ditches turned to pools Roads […]

All Poets on Earth throughout the centuries. Have sung your praises. O Moon Impatient lamp in the starry vault The night’s beauty […]

Sunday they were still grey And their branches naked, The row of poplar trees So tall and so thin On the edge […]

—Ah, Ash-tree! So you are awake? I thought you were dead, Cut down while you slept By winter’s severity… —Quickly don your […]

And what are you thinking, black crow Perched high on the pine tree And what are you thinking, black crow Are you […]

On top of the hedge, above the cart track There is a unique little plant. Every day I pass near it, And […]

White flakes fly, fly, Light like down, In every shape, every size, They turn, flit and glide. Light snow, June’s mock Snow: […]