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The Shepherd's Hour
The Shepherd's Hour
The moon is red on misty horizon
Within a dancing fog, and the plains
In vapor dozing, the frog complains
Among the reeds, where chill has arisen
***
Water flowers have closed their petals
In distance far, poplars show profile
Straight and tight their ghosts unseen awhile
And between the bush, glowworms shuttle
**
The owls now awake, noiseless take flight
Rowing the black air with heavy wings
The zenith full, a fainting glow blinks
White, Venus emerges, it is Night *
*Translated from French Poetry*
**Paul VERLAINE (1844-1896)**
L'heure du berger
La lune est rouge au brumeux horizon ;
Dans un brouillard qui danse, la prairie
S'endort fumeuse, et la grenouille crie
Par les joncs verts oů circule un frisson ;
Les fleurs des eaux referment leurs corolles ;
Des peupliers profilent aux lointains,
Droits et serrés, leur spectres incertains ;
Vers les buissons errent les lucioles ;
Les chats-huants s'éveillent, et sans bruit
Rament l'air noir avec leurs ailes lourdes,
Et le zénith s'emplit de lueurs sourdes.
Blanche, Vénus émerge, et c'est la Nuit
"This is not a google translation. i am trilingual poet "
The moon is red on misty horizon
Within a dancing fog, and the plains
In vapor dozing, the frog complains
Among the reeds, where chill has arisen
***
Water flowers have closed their petals
In distance far, poplars show profile
Straight and tight their ghosts unseen awhile
And between the bush, glowworms shuttle
**
The owls now awake, noiseless take flight
Rowing the black air with heavy wings
The zenith full, a fainting glow blinks
White, Venus emerges, it is Night *
*Translated from French Poetry*
**Paul VERLAINE (1844-1896)**
L'heure du berger
La lune est rouge au brumeux horizon ;
Dans un brouillard qui danse, la prairie
S'endort fumeuse, et la grenouille crie
Par les joncs verts oů circule un frisson ;
Les fleurs des eaux referment leurs corolles ;
Des peupliers profilent aux lointains,
Droits et serrés, leur spectres incertains ;
Vers les buissons errent les lucioles ;
Les chats-huants s'éveillent, et sans bruit
Rament l'air noir avec leurs ailes lourdes,
Et le zénith s'emplit de lueurs sourdes.
Blanche, Vénus émerge, et c'est la Nuit
"This is not a google translation. i am trilingual poet "
Published 2nd Nov 2023
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3rd Nov 2023 2:38am
Incredibly emotional and metaphorical. To see nature in such detail of analytical relation and reason is inspiring. I thoroughly enjoy the expressions you capture here, in transition. I read the English part - I don't know French, ha-ha. Anyway, great job in capturing the moment of inspiration, and relating to the environment, as well as me as an audience member.
A language you speak and write is an asset in your linguistic arsenal..
I am An Arabic native speaker, with French gained from 132 years of Colonialism, while English is only a vocation i've learned on my own, without school or university..but too much reading English Literature, let alone music and cogitation while i make a walk in the mountains and the forests..
Man can do anything if they.only think....
Thank you for your visit it really has added much to my humble words.
I am An Arabic native speaker, with French gained from 132 years of Colonialism, while English is only a vocation i've learned on my own, without school or university..but too much reading English Literature, let alone music and cogitation while i make a walk in the mountains and the forests..
Man can do anything if they.only think....
Thank you for your visit it really has added much to my humble words.
3rd Nov 2023 12:17pm
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5th Nov 2023 8:23am
Thank you Mark, its always a nice pleasure to see you,
a friend in need is a friend " in-deed "
stay happy always
6th Nov 2023 11:03pm
