Members comments
Views: 3109
|
agonia english v3 |
Agonia.Net | Policy | Mission | Contact | Participate | ||||
 |
|
|
|
|
||
|
|
         
| |||||
| Article Communities Contest Essay Multimedia Personals Poetry Press Prose _QUOTE Screenplay Special | ||||||
 |
|
|||||
|
||||||
|
agonia 
￭ No risks 
Romanian Spell-Checker Contact |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2017-08-23 | [This text should be read in francais] | Submited by Guy Rancourt
Les étoiles, ce soir,
Sont un rideau de clématites Au treillis des nuages. Mais le matin, d’un seul bonjour, Viendra les cueillir toutes. Chaque heure a son amour, Chaque jour sa déroute, Chaque soir sa clarté, Chaque instant de beauté Ses traits d’éternité. (Alice-Lemieux-Lévesque, "L’arbre du jour" , Québec, Éditions Garneau, 1964, p. 13)
|
||||||||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|||
| |||||||||
|
Home of Literature, Poetry and Culture. Write and enjoy articles, essays, prose, classic poetry and contests. | | |||||||
| |||||||||
|
