POESIE-FR
And also on the site :
"DANS TOUS LES SENS"As I also have written poems in english
I'll make you have a glimpse at them
SO, Do not despair, those who can't read french ! ;-)
Just be patient please !
But, you can always try and read the poems in french on the
french part! ;-)
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THANKS folks, and to start with a poem I like very particularly:
Escape into the lands of Tara
Tired of men and civilisation the same,
I once fell asleep under a chestnut tree,
Which then revealed to be a cure to me!
For I travelled so far, where no human had been!
The fumes of anger still around me
I chased the mist that pointed me to the sea!
And then I saw a pale blue wilderness
Expanding under me and laying off restless!
I recognized the land where I should live
Were it not for my parents who took me here to grieve!
And the land stretched far as the eye could see
And was surrounded still by some faeries,
They then beckoned to me to come nearer
And confident I drew my breath and stirred!
One of the ladies with golden butterfly wings
Told me of a lore which in the land was spared,
They said that any girl who fears,
Never in the land of faeries will come near!
I remembered all my past days so confused
And told myself that I should maybe use
The path offered to me
In such a gentle way
That not a mortal soul
Could have refuse or say "nay"!
The slim angel of honeydew smelling
Soon lead me through
A portal in the haze!
And then 'lo, I almost fearfully gazed
At all the "wee people" that had my dreams fulfilled!
They were so small you could have trodden them
But so precious, the eyes couls not but be careful!
Brown and green clothed they were on their mantles
Wearing a clover, sign they were from Erin!
A delicate supper was preparing
Made of many flowers gathered upon the hills!
Orange and pale yellow twinkled inside the plates
And the roasted pastries were roasting in the crate!
I began wondering if this world was of mine,
If I could for ever dwell into this wonderful prime!
The faery saw my thought and soon into my own,
I heard a graceful voice saying :"you are here at home!"
Unbelieving my eyes and troubled by the scene
I let myself go and found everything sublime!
But soon the sun came down and the mist
Reappeared on the heath, and I recognized the sign,
I had to go back there where the wolves are assigned!
The faery took my hand and a celestial voice
I heard her telling me to
Never fear, even a wild horse!
I woke up from my dream but a dream was it though
For on my arm was left a feather pale yellow!
I took it as a shrine, and swore upon the stones,
That the country of Tralee has surely appeared to me!
So each time I feel sad, my mind return to thee,
Far away but my heart is so near you kilkenny!
The faeries were maidens sent just to free me
And let my mind wander while the sweet sleep returned!
Catherine Escarras (c) : 21/03/98 (T.D.R)