The daily poem written by Alphonse Beauregard, published on Sat 01.07.2012 at 20:04Au large, dans l'attrait d'un fier isolement,
Apparaissent les îles
Où parfois en rêveur, en chasseur, en amant
written by Edmond Laforest, published on Wed 01.18.2012 at 08:41
Le soleil, crayonnant par la blanche persienne
Ses infiltrations sur la tenture ancienne,
written by Margaret Atwood, published on Wed 01.18.2012 at 06:03
This is the lair of the landlady
She is
a raw voice
loose in the rooms beneath me.
the continuous henyard
written by Victor Hugo, published on Tue 01.17.2012 at 23:12
Tout conjugue le verbe aimer. Voici les roses.
Je ne suis pas en train de parler d'autres choses.
written by Maurice Rollinat, published on Tue 01.17.2012 at 18:18
0 ma si fragile compagne,
Puisque nous souffrons à Paris,
Envolons-nous dans la campagne
Au milieu des gazons fleuris.
written by Nicolas Boileau, published on Tue 01.17.2012 at 15:20
Oui, sans peine, au travers des sophismes de Claude,
Arnauld, des novateurs tu découvres la fraude,
written by Max Waller, published on Tue 01.17.2012 at 14:05
Je suis triste, ma reine,
Que mon coeur, mon coeur a de peine,
Je suis triste, ma reine,
D'être si loin de vous.
written by André Chénier, published on Tue 01.17.2012 at 13:52
Si d'un mot échappé l'outrageuse rudesse
A pu blesser l'amour et sa délicatesse,
Immobile il gémit, songe à tout expier.
written by RIC S. Bastasa, published on Tue 01.17.2012 at 10:09
do not believe what your friend says, think
Are you my friend? .............
Messenger of good and evil?
written by Théodore Agrippa D'aubigné, published on Tue 01.17.2012 at 08:14
Pressé de désespoir, mes yeux flambants je dresse
À ma beauté cruelle, et baisant par trois fois
written by Louis-Honoré Fréchette, published on Tue 01.17.2012 at 04:28
La neige fond partout ; plus de lourde avalanche.
Le soleil se prodigue en traits plus éclatants ;
written by Walt Whitman, published on Tue 01.17.2012 at 03:36
IN former songs Pride have I sung, and Love, and passionate, joyful
Life,
But here I twine the strands of Patriotism and Death.
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Tue 01.17.2012 at 00:03
Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights: