Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

(1839 - 1907 / France)

Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme Poems

41. La Coupe 11/24/2012
42. L'Indulgence 11/24/2012
43. La Laide 11/24/2012
44. La Vieillesse 11/24/2012
45. Le Coucher Du Soleil 11/24/2012
46. Le Premier Amour 11/24/2012
47. L'Étranger 11/24/2012
48. Le Temps Perdu 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. Les Caresses 11/24/2012
56. Mars 11/24/2012
57. Pensée Perdue 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. Invitation À La Valse 11/24/2012
64. Corps Et Âmes 11/24/2012
65. Déception 11/24/2012
66. Dernière Solitude 11/24/2012
67. Douceur D'Avril 11/24/2012
68. Enfantillage 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. Au Jour Le Jour 11/24/2012
74. Ici-Bas 11/24/2012
75. Ce Qui Dure 11/24/2012
76. Juin 11/24/2012
77. Hora Prima 11/24/2012
78. Eclaircie 11/24/2012
79. Combats Intimes 11/24/2012
80. Ah! Le Cours De Mes Ans... 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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Cradles

Along the quay, the great ships,
that ride the swell in silence,
take no notice of the cradles.
that the hands of the women rock.

But the day of farewells will come,
when the women must weep,
and curious men are tempted
towards the horizons that lure them!

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