☽ Heures Vertes ☾

Quand le désir se lève,
L’amour absent se rêve,
S’enflammant des étreintes
Suggérées par l’absinthe.



Alfred Edgar Coppard: The two Nude Virgins

Today I present a mysterious poem from Hips & haws. The poet does not dare to go into the moonlight, fearing some unspecified “infinite thing” that could “enwrap” him. The title mentions two virgins, but the text tells only about one, Diana, the virgin goddess of of the hunt, the moon, and nature in Roman mythology. There seem to be hidden things or people, Diana “cannot hear them though she stands whitely among them,” and “she has no fear.” CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…

A poem by a reader

William-Adolphe Bouguereau – La pêche aux grenouilles (1882) – from Art Renewal Center

I have devoted four posts to poems written by readers, that is, people who liked my posts, commented on them, or subscribed to Agapeta. Today I will present only one such poem. The author is one of my earliest readers, and the poem appeared four years ago, so indeed I could have mentioned it much earlier, but better late than never. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…

Fleur de lune

La nuit bleue se lève,
C’est l’heure des rêves.
Mon cœur à l’écoute
Se sent pris de doutes
Sur le sens de l’amour.
Le monde semble sourd
Quand ma douleur je crie.
Mon ami, je vous prie,
Soyez ma réponse !
Car je vous l’annonce,
Je suis votre question,
Brûlante de passion,
Toujours je me pose.
Éclairez ma cause
Avant qu’en temps certain
Ne tombe le matin.
Je vous dirai tout,
Douce et tendre enfant,
Car je suis à vous
Le songe est si doux
Quand vos yeux brillants
S’accrochent à mon cou
Si passionément.


John Clare: Asylum Poems

William Hilton - John Clare (1820) - National Portrait Gallery NPG 1469

William Hilton – John Clare (1820) – National Portrait Gallery, London, NPG 1469

John Clare (b. 13th July, 1793; d. 20th May, 1864) was an English farm labourer and poet. According to his biographer Jonathan Bate, Clare was “the greatest labouring-class poet that England has ever produced. No one has ever written more powerfully of nature, of a rural childhood, and of the alienated and unstable self.” CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…