Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme, the son of a French shopkeeper. He also went by the name of René François Armand Sully-Prudhomme and Sully Prudhomme. An eye disease terminated his training at a polytechnic institute where he hoped to become an engineer. Instead, his studies concentrated on literature. His first job was as a clerk in a factory office, which he left in 1860 to study law. Sully Prudhomme was a member of the Conference La Bruyere, a distinguished student society, and the favourable reaction from his fellow members encouraged him to go on writing poetry.
His first volume, Stances et Poemes (Stanzas and Poems) (1865), was well reviewed by Sainte-Beuve and ... more »
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Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme Poems
At The Water's Edge
To sit and watch the wavelets as they flow Two - side by side; To see the gliding clouds that come and And mark them glide;
Never To See Or Hear Her
Never to see or hear her, never to name her aloud, but faithfully always to wait for her and love her.
The vase where this verbena is dying was cracked by a blow from a fan. It must have barely brushed it, for it made no sound.
In This World
In this world all the flow'rs wither, The sweet songs of the birds are brief; I dream of summers that will last Always!
On The Water
The sound of bank and water is all I hear, The sad resignation of a weeping spring Or a rock that hourly sheds a tear, And the birch leaves' vague quivering.
Along the quay, the great ships, that ride the swell in silence, take no notice of the cradles. that the hands of the women rock.
Music For The Dying
Ye who will help me in my dying pain, Speak not a word: let all your voices cease. Let me but hear some soft harmonious strain,
Aux Poètes Futurs
POÈTES à venir, qui saurez tant de choses, Et les direz sans doute en un verbe plus beau, Portant plus loin que nous un plus large flambeau
Aux poètes futurs
Ah! le cours de mes ans...
Joies sans causes
Au bord de l'eau
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At The Water's Edge
To sit and watch the wavelets as they flow
Two - side by side;
To see the gliding clouds that come and
And mark them glide;
If from low roofs the smoke is wreathing pale,
To watch it wreath;
If flowers around breathe perfume on the gale,
To feel them breathe;
If the bee sips the honeyed fruit that glistens,
To sip the dew;
If the bird warbles while the forest listens,
To listen too;
Beneath the willow where the brook is singing,
To hear its song;
Nor feel, while round us that sweet dream is clinging
The hours too long;
To know ...