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L' Aube. (Translation) .

Aussi fraiche que les feuilles pales et mouillees du muguet,
Elle se couchait a cote de moi a l'aube.

' Alba'. Ezra Pound (1885-1972) .

This is a translation of the poem Alba by Ezra Pound
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I read all of Pound's poems in an anthology.
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