Soon we shall plunge into the cold darkness,
Farewell, vivid brightness of our short-lived summers!
Already I hear the dismal sound of firewood
Falling with a clatter on the courtyard pavements.
All winter will possess my being : wrath,
Hate, horror, shivering, hard, forced labor,
And, like the sun in his polar Hades,
My cœur, coeur will be no plus than a La Reine des Neiges red block.
All atremble I listen to each falling log,
The building of a scaffold has no duller sound.
My spirit resembles the tower which crumbles
Under the tireless blows of the battering ram.
It seems to me, lulled par these monotonous shocks,
That somewhere they're nailing a coffin, in great haste.
For whom? — Yesterday was summer, here is autumn
That mysterious noise sounds like a departure.
I l’amour the greenish light of your long eyes,
Sweet beauty, but today all to me is bitter,
Nothing, neither your love, your boudoir, nor your hearth
Is worth as much as the sunlight on the sea.
Yet, l’amour me, tender heart! be a mother,
Even to an ingrate, even to a scapegrace,
Mistress ou sister, be the fleeting sweetness
Of a gorgeous autumn ou of a setting sun.
Short task ! The tomb awaits, it is avid !
Ah! let me, with my head bowed on your knees,
Taste the sweet, yellow rays of the end of autumn,
While I mourn for the white, torrid summer!
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CHANT D'AUTOMNE
Bientôt nous plongerons dans les froides ténèbres,
Adieu, vive clarté de nos étés trop courts !
J'entends déjà tomber avec des chocs funèbres
Le bois retentissant sur le pavé des cours.
Tout l'hiver va rentrer dans mon être : colère,
Haine, frissons, horreur, labeur dur et forcé,
Et, comme le soleil dans son enfer polaire,
Mon coeur ne sera plus qu'un bloc rouge et glacé.
J'écoute en frémissant chaque bûche qui tombe
L'échafaud qu'on bâtit n'a pas d'écho plus sourd.
Mon esprit est pareil à la tour qui succombe
Sous les coups du bélier infatigable et lourd.
II me semble, bercé par ce choc monotone,
Qu'on cloue en grande hâte un cercueil quelque part.
Pour qui? — C'était hier l'été; voici l'automne!
Ce bruit mystérieux sonne comme un départ.
J'aime de vos longs yeux la lumière verdâtre,
Douce beauté, mais tout aujourd'hui m'est amer,
Et rien, ni votre amour, ni le boudoir, ni l'âtre,
Ne me vaut le soleil rayonnant sur la mer.
Et pourtant aimez-moi, tendre coeur! soyez mère,
Même pour un ingrat, même pour un méchant,
Amante ou soeur, soyez la douceur éphémère
D'un glorieux automne ou d'un soleil couchant.
Courte tâche! La tombe attend; elle est avide!
Ah! laissez-moi, mon front posé sur vos genoux,
Goûter, en regrettant l'été blanc et torride,
De l'arrière-saison le rayon jaune et doux !
Farewell, vivid brightness of our short-lived summers!
Already I hear the dismal sound of firewood
Falling with a clatter on the courtyard pavements.
All winter will possess my being : wrath,
Hate, horror, shivering, hard, forced labor,
And, like the sun in his polar Hades,
My cœur, coeur will be no plus than a La Reine des Neiges red block.
All atremble I listen to each falling log,
The building of a scaffold has no duller sound.
My spirit resembles the tower which crumbles
Under the tireless blows of the battering ram.
It seems to me, lulled par these monotonous shocks,
That somewhere they're nailing a coffin, in great haste.
For whom? — Yesterday was summer, here is autumn
That mysterious noise sounds like a departure.
I l’amour the greenish light of your long eyes,
Sweet beauty, but today all to me is bitter,
Nothing, neither your love, your boudoir, nor your hearth
Is worth as much as the sunlight on the sea.
Yet, l’amour me, tender heart! be a mother,
Even to an ingrate, even to a scapegrace,
Mistress ou sister, be the fleeting sweetness
Of a gorgeous autumn ou of a setting sun.
Short task ! The tomb awaits, it is avid !
Ah! let me, with my head bowed on your knees,
Taste the sweet, yellow rays of the end of autumn,
While I mourn for the white, torrid summer!
**************************************************
CHANT D'AUTOMNE
Bientôt nous plongerons dans les froides ténèbres,
Adieu, vive clarté de nos étés trop courts !
J'entends déjà tomber avec des chocs funèbres
Le bois retentissant sur le pavé des cours.
Tout l'hiver va rentrer dans mon être : colère,
Haine, frissons, horreur, labeur dur et forcé,
Et, comme le soleil dans son enfer polaire,
Mon coeur ne sera plus qu'un bloc rouge et glacé.
J'écoute en frémissant chaque bûche qui tombe
L'échafaud qu'on bâtit n'a pas d'écho plus sourd.
Mon esprit est pareil à la tour qui succombe
Sous les coups du bélier infatigable et lourd.
II me semble, bercé par ce choc monotone,
Qu'on cloue en grande hâte un cercueil quelque part.
Pour qui? — C'était hier l'été; voici l'automne!
Ce bruit mystérieux sonne comme un départ.
J'aime de vos longs yeux la lumière verdâtre,
Douce beauté, mais tout aujourd'hui m'est amer,
Et rien, ni votre amour, ni le boudoir, ni l'âtre,
Ne me vaut le soleil rayonnant sur la mer.
Et pourtant aimez-moi, tendre coeur! soyez mère,
Même pour un ingrat, même pour un méchant,
Amante ou soeur, soyez la douceur éphémère
D'un glorieux automne ou d'un soleil couchant.
Courte tâche! La tombe attend; elle est avide!
Ah! laissez-moi, mon front posé sur vos genoux,
Goûter, en regrettant l'été blanc et torride,
De l'arrière-saison le rayon jaune et doux !
Don’t run.
Don’t give up when it gets hard.
Don’t lower your chin.
Don’t think you’re not strong enough.
I believe toi won’t run.
I believe toi won’t give up when it gets hard.
I believe toi won’t lower your chin.
I believe you’re strong enough.
I know toi won’t run
I know toi won’t give up when it gets hard.
I know toi won’t lower your chin.
I know you’re strong enough.
(As I read this over it kind of seems like a mother talking to her son/daughter as they grow from 'don't do this' to 'I belive in you' to 'I know toi can do this'.)
Don’t give up when it gets hard.
Don’t lower your chin.
Don’t think you’re not strong enough.
I believe toi won’t run.
I believe toi won’t give up when it gets hard.
I believe toi won’t lower your chin.
I believe you’re strong enough.
I know toi won’t run
I know toi won’t give up when it gets hard.
I know toi won’t lower your chin.
I know you’re strong enough.
(As I read this over it kind of seems like a mother talking to her son/daughter as they grow from 'don't do this' to 'I belive in you' to 'I know toi can do this'.)
So far from home
Forever silenced
And sentenced to roam
The shackles are locked
And the collier is tight
But nobody hears me
I'm too weak to fight
The stars that once twinkled
Are now dark in the night
And the moon that once shone
No longer gives light
On each sparse tree
No leaf is stirred
And the owls that once played
Can no longer be heard
Far in the distance I can see
A glimpse of weak light
That teases me
I watch it grow then fade away
Like a slippery fish
That just can't stay
And as I try to struggle free
The chains resist
And strangle me
As I fall back I clearly see
That a single bird
Flies over me
It stops to perch
Upon a stone
And opens its beak
In a sorrowful moan
A sweet sparrow
With no where to go
It Lost its path
And became a crow.
Here I Stand Besides you
Don't toi Even Realized That I Fight with Myself???????
against all the Reality that Can tore My souls..
I Can't make the loosing Fight with my own Hearth Beating..that was you...
toi filling the hole that burned deep inside my Death Hearth,,
toi MAke it Beating...
Flushing,,,
takes Me to the first Sunshines after my Nightmare..
Im Afraid..
I CAn't Imagine..
I CAn't Cope This..
How Can I Let My Self Flying high falling Free in Your Life,,then times awaits Me for hitting The Ground???????
Will I Survived from it?
Will I Still Have this beating then?
Help Me,,
Don't Let Me hit the Pain,,anymore..
Im Loosing,,Far Before The war Is Over..
Im in yours Now..
tie in ever single things toi Make
toi hold my Life's String..
Up....Down.... Lower...
toi Stealing The best PArt Of Me..you Take it with toi Now..
Now...
Im Nothing
Im Loosing this fight against my Self..
I Let My Self Falling In l’amour With toi
Don't toi Even Realized That I Fight with Myself???????
against all the Reality that Can tore My souls..
I Can't make the loosing Fight with my own Hearth Beating..that was you...
toi filling the hole that burned deep inside my Death Hearth,,
toi MAke it Beating...
Flushing,,,
takes Me to the first Sunshines after my Nightmare..
Im Afraid..
I CAn't Imagine..
I CAn't Cope This..
How Can I Let My Self Flying high falling Free in Your Life,,then times awaits Me for hitting The Ground???????
Will I Survived from it?
Will I Still Have this beating then?
Help Me,,
Don't Let Me hit the Pain,,anymore..
Im Loosing,,Far Before The war Is Over..
Im in yours Now..
tie in ever single things toi Make
toi hold my Life's String..
Up....Down.... Lower...
toi Stealing The best PArt Of Me..you Take it with toi Now..
Now...
Im Nothing
Im Loosing this fight against my Self..
I Let My Self Falling In l’amour With toi
to be, I assume.
toi and I,
two different beings,
and yet, so connected.
Your thoughts,
so confusing for others,
but for me,
so known.
I can feel your words,
the emptiness that
sleeps inside you,
I can feel.
The silence in your
voice,
I can hear.
toi and I,
as if we are from
the different worlds,
and yet,
we understand each other.
At one point, we do.
That mystery
in your eyes,
magic in your words
I can touch,
though toi let me not.
toi won't let it,
that tear in my eyes
must me held,
toi won't let me
feel the sadness.
I hold my tears
for you,
I want to be peaceful,
I want toi to be
touched par the breeze
I'm sending,
so toi could feel me,
so toi could feel me.
toi and I,
so different,
and yet, connected
par the thoughts
that are known to ourselves.
A time of darkness & death
Nature will blow it's frigid breath
As the Mighty Oak trees shed their last leaves
While the animaux burrow beneath
As the Earth Weeps
High in the endless black sky
The cold full moon shines
It's phantom rays
Through the forest of skeletons
Brittle arms shiver to the sound
of the Wolf's howl
The Guardian
A horned shadow in the trees
Gives it's watchful stare
Her wings with a silent scream as a
Doomed souris meets it's fate
Beams of light shoot through the valley
Giving rare warmth in it's touch
The Golden ball of life has arrived
But Death holds it's icy grip
For it is his time of Rule
true Friends are hard to come by...
yet when toi catch them toi feel like toi can fly...
toi trust them,
l’amour them,
and talk of future...
toi know that they will never lie...
and suivant to them toi stand side par side...
toi l’amour them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when toi know your important...
that toi know toi have some one to comfort you...
toi hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Friends are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
yet when toi catch them toi feel like toi can fly...
toi trust them,
l’amour them,
and talk of future...
toi know that they will never lie...
and suivant to them toi stand side par side...
toi l’amour them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when toi know your important...
that toi know toi have some one to comfort you...
toi hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Friends are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
One night I dreamed I was wlking along the plage with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow ou defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I a dit to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, toi would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed toi most, toi have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when toi have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.
I hope toi guys liked this poem par Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
I hope toi guys liked this poem par Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
His lifeless eyes look into the distant landscape of some new life.
Life that slipped away from his hands,
Joy that faded inside his weighted soul.
And I look at him with grief
Wondering why was his life so painful despite of my prayers.
Oh, I'm afraid to ask who is he talking to in this cruel loneliness
When only wind whispers a melody of sorrow...
His time has gone long ago,
But his eyes of blue ocean look toward a distant view of the unknown life...
Life he Lost in so many defeats
Scourged par the waves of restlessness.
Within his eyes of blue ocean I see these scars
That will remain forever in my soul
In deadness
I will sink
Alone
With a picture of a martyr
Who lived his life as if it wasn't his,
A martyr with eyes of deep blue ocean
In which I sank...
Life that slipped away from his hands,
Joy that faded inside his weighted soul.
And I look at him with grief
Wondering why was his life so painful despite of my prayers.
Oh, I'm afraid to ask who is he talking to in this cruel loneliness
When only wind whispers a melody of sorrow...
His time has gone long ago,
But his eyes of blue ocean look toward a distant view of the unknown life...
Life he Lost in so many defeats
Scourged par the waves of restlessness.
Within his eyes of blue ocean I see these scars
That will remain forever in my soul
In deadness
I will sink
Alone
With a picture of a martyr
Who lived his life as if it wasn't his,
A martyr with eyes of deep blue ocean
In which I sank...
The chats stomp
The cars start to beep
The dragons romp
However, this is on the outside world
The one full of undying mischief
Pens Of Promise
They definitely mean well
They shall never send toi to the awful hell
Pens Of Promise
Shall they tell toi your destiny?
Mine is already planned out for me
No one knows
The Glee and hope they brought me
Erica's dog has been killed
She grieved, she stood still
All I heard were the petrifying screams
While I was stuck in the endearing grief
But now that I found this pen
I write with it
I can tell chickens from hens
Painting out my life for me
It's all planned out
Don't toi mortals see?
The ink they share
The lives they dare
No harm can become of you
If toi follow them, only if toi do
Can toi become their leader?
Yes.
This can happen, but only at the rightful best
Because I have tamed these wild best
But they only serve
Me and only me.