Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

(1839 - 1907 / France)

Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme Poems

81. Les Amours Terrestres 11/24/2012
82. Les Yeux 11/24/2012
83. On The Water 1/1/2004
84. Cradles 1/1/2004
85. In This World 1/1/2004
86. Music For The Dying 4/20/2010
87. Never To See Or Hear Her 1/1/2004
88. Prière Au Printemps 11/24/2012
89. L'Habitude 11/24/2012
90. At The Water's Edge 1/1/2004
91. Broken Vase 1/1/2004

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Broken Vase

The vase where this verbena is dying
was cracked by a blow from a fan.
It must have barely brushed it,
for it made no sound.

But the slight wound,
biting into the crystal day by day,
surely, invisibly crept
slowly all around it.

The clear water leaked out drop by drop.
The flowers' sap was exhausted.
Still no one suspected anything.
Don't touch! It's broken.

Thus often does the hand we love,
barely touching the heart, wound it.
Then the heart cracks by itself
and the flower of its love dies.

Still intact in the eyes of the ...

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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.

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