Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

(1839 - 1907 / France)

Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme Poems

41. La Pensée 11/24/2012
42. La Coupe 11/24/2012
43. La Laide 11/24/2012
44. Le Premier Amour 11/24/2012
45. La Vieillesse 11/24/2012
46. Le Coucher Du Soleil 11/24/2012
47. Le Temps Perdu 11/24/2012
48. L'Étranger 11/24/2012
49. Soupir 11/24/2012
50. Les Stalactites 11/24/2012
51. La Grande Chartreuse 11/24/2012
52. La Bouture 11/24/2012
53. Le Réveil 11/24/2012
54. Printemps Oublié 11/24/2012
55. Pensée Perdue 11/24/2012
56. Les Caresses 11/24/2012
57. Mars 11/24/2012
58. L'Indifférence 11/24/2012
59. Trop Tard 11/24/2012
60. Les Amours Terrestres 11/24/2012
61. Les Yeux 11/24/2012
62. Prière Au Printemps 11/24/2012
63. Corps Et Âmes 11/24/2012
64. Déception 11/24/2012
65. Dernière Solitude 11/24/2012
66. Douceur D'Avril 11/24/2012
67. Enfantillage 11/24/2012
68. Invitation À La Valse 11/24/2012
69. A Ronsard 11/24/2012
70. A Vingt Ans 11/24/2012
71. Aux Amis Inconnus 11/24/2012
72. L'Habitude 11/24/2012
73. Ce Qui Dure 11/24/2012
74. Au Jour Le Jour 11/24/2012
75. Ici-Bas 11/24/2012
76. Juin 11/24/2012
77. Hora Prima 11/24/2012
78. Eclaircie 11/24/2012
79. Au Bord De L'Eau 11/24/2012
80. Combats Intimes 11/24/2012

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At The Water's Edge

To sit and watch the wavelets as they flow
Two - side by side;
To see the gliding clouds that come and
And mark them glide;

If from low roofs the smoke is wreathing pale,
To watch it wreath;
If flowers around breathe perfume on the gale,
To feel them breathe;

If the bee sips the honeyed fruit that glistens,
To sip the dew;
If the bird warbles while the forest listens,
To listen too;

Beneath the willow where the brook is singing,
To hear its song;
Nor feel, while round us that sweet dream is clinging
The hours too long;

To know ...

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In This World

In this world all the flow'rs wither,
The sweet songs of the birds are brief;
I dream of summers that will last
Always!

In this world the lips touch but lightly,
And no taste of sweetness remains;
I dream of a kiss that will last
Always.

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