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bjbdbest
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"The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt. They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt." -Robert Frost |
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bjbdbest
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"We make ourselves a place apart
----------------------------------------Behind light words that tease and flout, But oh, the agitated heart Till someone find us really out. 'Tis pity if the case require (Or so we say) that in the end We speak the literal to inspire The understanding of a friend. But so with all, from babes that play At hide-and-seek to God afar, So all who hide too well away Must speak and tell us where they are." |
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bjbdbest
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Nature
----------------------------------------As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know. -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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David Autumns
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bjbdbest
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Indeed!
---------------------------------------- As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed. |
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David Autumns
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"Autumn Leaves"
----------------------------------------The falling leaves Drift by my window. The falling leaves of red and gold. I see your lips, the summer kisses, the sunburned hands I used to hold. Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter song But i miss you most of all my darling When autumn leaves start to fall Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter song But i miss you most of all my darling When autumn leaves start to fall I miss you most of all my darling When autumn leaves start to fall ------ I know ....out of season |
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NAP2614
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I have eaten your bread and salt. I have drunk your water and wine. The deaths ye died, I have watched beside, And the lives ye led were mine. Was there aught that I did not share
----------------------------------------In vigil or toil or ease,- One joy or woe that I did not know, Dear hearts across the seas? I have written the tale of our life For a sheltered people’s mirth, In jesting guise - but ye are wise, And ye know what the jest is worth .” Rudyard Kipling “The Rifleman”  |
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David Autumns
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Les feuilles mortes
----------------------------------------Oh ! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes Des jours heureux où nous étions amis. En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle, Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui. Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle. Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié... Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle, Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi Et le vent du nord les emporte Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli. Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié La chanson que tu me chantais. {Refrain:} C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble. Toi, tu m'aimais et je t'aimais Et nous vivions tous les deux ensemble, Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais. Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment, Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit Et la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants désunis. English translation Fallen leaves Oh I would like you so much to remember The joyful days when we were friends. At that time, life was more beautiful And the sun burned more than it does today. Fallen leaves can be picked up by the shovelful. You see, I have not forgotten... Fallen leaves can be picked up by the shovelful, So can memories and regrets. And the north wind takes them Into the cold night of oblivion. You see, I have not forgotten The song you used to sing me. (chorus) This song is like us. You used to love me and I used to love you And we used to live together, You loving me, me loving you. But life separates lovers, Pretty slowly, noiselessly, And the sea erases on the sand The separated lovers' footprints. |
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alged
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One of the rare french songs to get international fame along with Comme d'habitude by Claude François
----------------------------------------better known as My Way The rendering by Paul Anka was far away from the original french lyrics (end of a marriage?) The fisrt rendering of Les Feuilles Mortes above is more known in the anglo-saxon world i suppose than a exact translation. That's the genius of each language. Les feuilles mortes Fisrt recorded by Cora Vaucaire in 1950 and not Yves Montand  |
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bjbdbest
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Agreed, alged - Thank you. The impact of the words touch the heart and soul of all sensitive individuals.
----------------------------------------The meaning affects each mind as the situation applies. Thank to NAP2614 for Kiplings, The Rifleman which had double entendre meaning for me and to David for his lovely poetic selections - Your photography delights the eye and presents a visual rendering of a poet's canvas. All appreciated and requiring more frequent visitation   Let me tell of a time when the world was in rhyme with the sound of our laughter Montmartre hanged with flowers for far-forgotten hours of hunger and of love Unaware in our youth of the sobering truth of the years that came after We laughed at common men for we were heroes then and heaven smiled above La boheme, la boheme Poor hungry you, poor hungry me La boheme, la boheme See the old world that could not see All those innocent hearts who imagined their arts could be casually mastered I miss them every one for the sands of time have run away for each and all For it seems that our schemes were impossible dreams that could never have lasted for when we woke at last the big parade had passed and spring had gone its way La boheme, la boheme Someone to care, someone to mind La boheme, la boheme We were in love and love is blind Now and then I return and the memories burn with a bittersweet aching I climb the same old stairs but no-one longer cares and there's no-one to greet in the streets where we walked and the bars where we talked of a world we were making I stand upon that hill until I drink my fill then leave it all behind La boheme, la boheme Moments of joy, moments of pain La boheme, la boheme Nothing can bring them back again |
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