Prévert is one of my favourites!Les Feuilles Mortes is a poem written by Jacques Prévert that was adapted into the famous song of the same name. The origins of the poem begin with an instrumental melody called Les Feuilles Mortes, composed by Joseph Kosma for the 1945 ballet Le... See More »
Chanson d'automne - Paul VerlaineLes sanglots longs Des violons De l’automne Blessent mon cœur D’une langueur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l'heure, Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure Et je m'en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte Deçà, delà, Pareil à... See More »
I Enjoy PoetryWhat Do Women Want? by Kim Addonizio I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what's underneath. I... See More »
I Enjoy PoetryThe fragrance flees from the flower, alas; The flower plaintively calls it back. 'Come, come,' says the breeze, 'its loss is no lack: You wouldn't have scent if it didn't pass.' ~from 'Particles', by Rabindranath Tagore.
I Enjoy PoetryI Hope he Loves you like This. I hope he cooks you breakfast Knowing how you like your eggs how you take your coffee how little or how much you wish to speak. I hope he cooks you dinner, too For no reason at all. I hope he holds your hand proudly... See More »
I Enjoy PoetryOde To An Oak Leaf Wit Pointed edges you hang Like fingers reaching out To grasp breaths of air As they flow by drifts Flowing on the wind As segments of veined leaf Like dragon wing segments Open against the breeze With other just like it Hanging... See More »
