Boniface Mukeshimana

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Therein is birth
Then age calls death
As at the dawn
There light is born
...

Not any character of the jungle,
At the time power was kept by the single
Lion kind, risked jumping into the lions’ jaws,
Against their rapacity raising paws:
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Te regardant passer grande beauté voisine,
Belle comme une Aurore, et puis comme un Soleil,
Je pensai voir une fée d'un même teint pareil,
Croissantes en beauté, l'une à l'autre voisine.
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Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir, à la chandelle,
Assise auprès du feu, dévidant et filant,
Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous émerveillant:
Boni me célébrait du temps que j’étais belle.
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A Cassandre

Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
Qui ce matin avait déclose
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Power is a mirror of men in the world
Which cannot be used like other mirrors,
Because every people who it will hold
Will not be able to find their errors,
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Good at infant’s sight
Of eyes of innocence,
It shines like gold
And feigns gentle touch.
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Note: The original text is the poem by Pierre de Ronsard in ancient French 'Institution pour l'Adolescence du Roy Charles IX' translated by Mukeshimana Boniface following the rhythm, rhyme, and other technical characteristics of poem well worked on. From alexandrine verses in French to pentameters which are more common in classic English poetry.
And this is an excerpt of the book 'Gallows bird in Heaven' by same translator.

Under this text translated appears the original text of Pierre de Ronsard.
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Mother fish sees her eggs devoured
by alligator that gulps everything on the sand
save her own eggs and children.
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The first category is of upright
Men, just and well behaving naturally,
And always would like to do what's right.
They love, and with everyone are friendly.
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Three boys of a father
Were meant to inherit his mammoth reaches
As it usually is from father to son.
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When at church man is on his knees
to adore the Most High,
he takes the right pride in the rite.
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For the sake of those they love they forget
Themselves they love. For themselves they will fight,
Crawling in bushes, promotion to get.
They fight as if life is only their right.*
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Boniface Mukeshimana Biography

Former language teacher, author, poet, translator, proofreader....from Rwanda)

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In The House

Therein is birth
Then age calls death
As at the dawn
There light is born
To shine at noon
Then give in soon

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