bernard chenier Poems

Love, desperate.
The sunset, won't come.
Laure, I didn't want to get lost.
In my despair.
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IT is a wild small valley or sound the tocsin;
Above the source a naked woman bends.
It is the suspended laughing hamadryade to waved it.
Touching lightly a shy foot the cold water of the basin.
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C’EST un vallon sauvage ou sonne le tocsin;
Au-dessus de la source une femme nue se penche.
C’est l’hamadryade riante suspendue à la brandie.
Frôlant d'un pied timide l'eau froide du bassin.
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Who, dissolves itself in tears, and changed in fountains,
By the mercy of the love that snakes in your plains.
The beautiful nonchalant to the shade goes for a walk;
That his/her/its half-opened mouth and that his/her/its pure breath,
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