I didn't translate this - I wouldn't even try and translate poetry (it seems a bit perverse) but I thought this beautiful poem was worth sharing.
Clotilde (Alcools)
L'anémone et l'ancolie
ont poussé dans le jardin
où dort la mélancolie
entre l'amour et le dédain
Il y vient aussi nos ombres
que la nuit dissipera
le soleil qui les rends sombre
avec elles disparaîtra
les déités des eaux vives
laisent couler leur longs cheveux
passe il faut que tu poursuive
cette belle ombre que tu veux
Clotilde (Alcools)
The anemone and flower that weeps
have grown in the garden plain
where Melancholy sleeps
between Amor and Disdain
There our shadows linger too
that the midnight will disperse
the sun that makes them dark to view
will with them in dark immerse
The deities of living dew
Let their hair flow down entire
It must be that you pursue
That lovely shadow you desire
-- Guillaume Apollinaire - Clotilde
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- Sophie
- Sophie formed from the mould found on the bottom of a writer's mug of tea. Not much is known about the writer, except that they were shite. A considerable amount is known about the mug, however: it was a white mug with The Beatles images on the side. Many believe this is the cause of many of Sophie's traits, such as her pale shiny skin and her treatment of The Beatles like Gods. Some might say Sophie talks too much crap. Some might say her use of large font is quite irritating. Some might say she’s a twat. All of these are true of course, but you’re the one reading the blog so now who’s the twat, eh? This is the blog of Sophie, and her adventures, thoughts and opinions.
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