Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

(1839 - 1907 / France)

Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme Poems

41. L'Indulgence 11/24/2012
42. La Laide 11/24/2012
43. Le Premier Amour 11/24/2012
44. La Vieillesse 11/24/2012
45. Le Coucher Du Soleil 11/24/2012
46. L'Étranger 11/24/2012
47. Soupir 11/24/2012
48. Les Stalactites 11/24/2012
49. La Grande Chartreuse 11/24/2012
50. La Bouture 11/24/2012
51. L'Inspiration 11/24/2012
52. Le Réveil 11/24/2012
53. Printemps Oublié 11/24/2012
54. Pensée Perdue 11/24/2012
55. Les Caresses 11/24/2012
56. Mars 11/24/2012
57. L'Indifférence 11/24/2012
58. Trop Tard 11/24/2012
59. Les Amours Terrestres 11/24/2012
60. Le Temps Perdu 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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On The Water

The sound of bank and water is all I hear,
The sad resignation of a weeping spring
Or a rock that hourly sheds a tear,
And the birch leaves' vague quivering.

I do not see the river bear the boat along
The flowering shore flits past, and I remain;
And in the watery depths that I skim,
The reflected blue sky flutters like a curtain.

Meandering in their sleep, you might say the waters
Waver, no longer sure where the bank lies:
And the flower thrown in hesitates to choose.
And like this flower, all that man desires
Can settle on the river of my ...

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Never To See Or Hear Her

Never to see or hear her,
never to name her aloud,
but faithfully always to wait for her
and love her.

To open my arms and, tired of waiting,
to close them on nothing,
but still always to stretch them out to her
and to love her.

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