Offering to the Nature
Nature of profound heart on that the climate soothing,
Nothing will not have like however warmly loved
Light of days and pleasure of things
Water glowing et the Earth or the life have germinated
Forest, ponds et fertile plains
Have more affected my eyes which look humans,
I’m leaned at the beauty of the world
And I folded the our of seasons in my hands.
I bing our suns so that a crown
On my plain forehead of the pride and of simplicity
My eyes have some as the rolls of autumn
And I wept on the arms of your summers
I come at you without fear and carefulness
You are giving my reason to the good and the bad,
Having for all joy and all knowledge
Your impetuous love to tricks of animal.
Like a flower bloom or accommodate bees,
My life expanded perfumes and songs,
And my quiet heart is like a basket
Which you offer ivy et branches leaning.
Submit so that wave ou tree reflect,
I knew the desires which burn in our nights
And which give birth to the heart of men and beasts
The beautiful impatience and the divine will.
I keep you in my arms from all life, Nature.
Ah! Does it need my eyes fill upped by shadow a day,
And which I go to the country without wind and greenness
Who didn’t visit the light and the love…
The Footprint
I had to put with so good so strong to the life
Of one so roughly grasp and of one such hold tight
Which before the gentleness of the day make me delighted
It will warm up my intertwining.
The sea throughly on the slack world
Will guard in the wrong root of its water
Le mood of my gentleness that is bitter and salty
And rolls on the moving days like a boat.
I let me in the line of hills
The warmth of my eyes which saw bloom,
Et the cicada existed with branches of thorn
Will vibrate the cry strident of my desire.
In the field of spring new greenness
And thick turf on the edge of gulf
Felt heave et fly like wings
Shadows of my hands which are squeezed many.
The Nature which was my joy and my place
Will breathe in the air my persistant passion,
Et on the exhaustion of the humane sadness
I will made the unique form of my heart.
Éva
See, the hill is blue et the shadow agile already
On the white way expands their vapours
The doors of houses brighten to the town.
— Éva, might be without pride, without carefulness and fear
The sun all the day burnt your window,
Your arms were idle et your heart was heavy,
— Here are hour or delightful force go to rebirth
The moon is favourable to love of dreamers
Go in the wood leafy, under the coolness of branchs.
Oh, mourner irritate and hod of desire,
The nature infinite and profond leans
On they go unite and admit of pleasure.
See : it’s for the delight and heavy failure
That the air is rosy and of mist order.
The light geometrids who danse in silence
Fly away gently of bushes move,
Look ; the nature, before, August, eternal,
Which are not affected by humans’ pride and labour,
Flutter in the night and unfold like a wing
When the being looks for the being in the ways of secret.
Il does not know if its grapevine and its apples
Be enough to wants of travellers of the day,
It starts and laughs when the children of men
Hurry in its shadow on seasons of love.
— Éva, juices, honey, vigour et resins
Flow in the light afternoon for perfume your heart,
Give in divine drawing of the dream which progress
There is the hour ou the flower bend on the flower.
Stars on the sky light one to one,
Leaves moving brush against gently,
Waves of sea rise to the moon.
Groan of the birds lighten at times…
— Éva, enter to your circumference in the happy season,
Wash your heart in hardy water of the destiny,
Accept without shaking harmonious struggle
The bee of desire this evening plays on the thyme;
See, the infinite world looks at you et wishes you,
— Do you feel creep through you the perfumes around.,
Your body is profond this night like the Earth,
Your heart opens and throw itself, and weep : it’s the love…
Ardent Passing Away
Passing away the condensation ardent of the being,
When perfume, propensity and heavy like a flowerhead,
The heart of which rumour of air balances and touch
It fades into painful and sweet pleasure.
To pass away soaks their hands to coolnesses of greenery,
Reach their eyes to eyes blooming of green woods,
Take part in ancient universal awakening,
Having in the same time your youngness and age.
Go away calmly with the end of the day :
Passing away by golden arrows at gentle dusk
Feel the sweet soul and peaceful decline
Towards the profond ground and the immortal love.
Go away for enjoy in it and its mystery
Being in grass, grain, warmth and water,
Sleep in the plain of green rings,
Pass away for still being more near the ground…
The Hometown
Happy who in her city, host of her maison
Of the joyful and bronzed morning of the life
Taste same places the return of seasons
And see their mornings of a clam evening continues
Faith et naive like beautiful pigeons,
The moon et the sun come on her residence,
Et equal to the rosebush which increases of buds,
Her sweet life bloom layers of each hour.
It goes, to tie between them suckers of the destiny,
Combine the harsh branches et the more early approaches,
And her tidy heart is like her garden
Full of new flowers on bald bark.
Happy those who knew to taste the shadow and the love
Of the vivid town of their rich hillside
And which can, in the long continuation of days,
Refresh her dream to river of her town…
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