Saturday, November 13, 2010

poetry corner: La lune blanche



La lune blanche, by Paul Verlaine
~ Translation from the French by Grant A. Lewis


The white moon shines in the woods.
From each branch springs a voice
beneath the arbor.
Oh my beloved ...


Like a deep mirror, the pond reflects
the silhouette of the black willow
where the wind weeps.
Let us dream! It is the hour ...


A vast and tender calm seems to descend
from a sky made iridescent by the moon.
It is the exquisite hour!





The Pond - Moonlight
Edward Steichen
1904


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