Elle Dit Son Amour. (Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker
Elle Dit Son Amour. (Translation) .
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Elle dit son amour a moitie endormie,
Aux heures noires,
Des mots a moitie chuchotes a bas:
Comme la Terre s'agite dans son sommeil d'hiver
En eteignant de l'herbe et des fleurs
Malgre la neige,
Malgre la neige tombante.
-'She Tells Her Love'. Robert Graves (1895-1965) .
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: night,son
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8/29/2026 11:51:02 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Night is descriptive as per perception. Thoughts float on mind and we perceive this from different corner. Very amazing and thoughtful poem is shared here...10
You have written about the essence of the poem in your comment, for which I thank you. You are right: night is completely different from day.