Vers Marmonnes En Dormant. Poem by Michael Walker

Vers Marmonnes En Dormant.

Des cheveux noirs de la poitrine, une masse douce et soudaine.
Rejete a son sein le visage pale et etonne.
Parfum du pin, parfum du lac, parfum d'ajoncs, de l'ecorce.

'Lines Muttered in Sleep'. Rita Dove. From 'Selected Poems', p.131.

Sunday, May 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love,sleep,son
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The words hint at more than they say. The three lines appeal to the senses of sight, touch, and smell.
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