poet Henri Beauclair

Henri Beauclair

Rythme Claudicant

Je me suis grisé d’angélique,
Douce relique ;
La bénite eau des Chartreux
M’a fait bien heureux !

Toutes les femmes sont saintes !
Oh ! les rendre enceintes !

L’onctueuse bénédictine,
Ce matin
En mon âme chante matine !
Je me ferai bénédictin !

Toutes les femmes sont saintes !
Oh ! les rendre enceintes !

Poem Submitted: Monday, October 15, 2012

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