Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

(1839 - 1907 / France)

Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme Poems

1. L'Agonie 11/24/2012
2. L'Âme 11/24/2012
3. L'Amour Maternel 11/24/2012
4. L'Automne 11/24/2012
5. L'Escalier De L'Ara Coeli 11/24/2012
6. L'Étoile Au Coeur 11/24/2012
7. L'Idéal 11/24/2012
8. L'Inspiration 11/24/2012
9. L'Une D'Elles 11/24/2012
10. La Beauté 11/24/2012
11. La Chanson De L'Air 11/24/2012
12. La Colombe Et Le Lis 11/24/2012
13. La Grande Allée 11/24/2012
14. La Jacinthe 11/24/2012
15. La Mer 11/24/2012
16. La Reine Du Bal 11/24/2012
17. La Terre Et L'Enfant 11/24/2012
18. La Valse 11/24/2012
19. Le Pardon 11/24/2012
20. Le Cygne 11/24/2012
21. Le Dernier Adieu 11/24/2012
22. Le Vase Brisé 11/24/2012
23. Le Volubilis 11/24/2012
24. Ne Nous Plaignons Pas 11/24/2012
25. Pèlerinages 11/24/2012
26. Première Solitude 11/24/2012
27. Renaissance 11/24/2012
28. Rosées 11/24/2012
29. Silence 11/24/2012
30. Silence Et Nuit Des Bois 11/24/2012
31. Scrupule 11/24/2012
32. Pluie 11/24/2012
33. Prière 11/24/2012
34. L'Indulgence 11/24/2012
35. Midi Au Village 11/24/2012
36. Un Rendez-Vous 11/24/2012
37. Le Long Du Quai 11/24/2012
38. Les Oiseaux 11/24/2012
39. Les Serres Et Les Bois 11/24/2012
40. La Musique 11/24/2012
Best Poem of Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

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 ...

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Broken Vase

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.

But the slight wound,
biting into the crystal day by day,
surely, invisibly crept
slowly all around it.

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