Quotes about french, page 13
In A Paris State Of Mind
It was the Paris feeling of it all
assaulting my senses
as I slumbered and dreamed
on imagined European time
White noise buzzed
with sophisticated speak
clicking on cobblestone
to Chanel boutique snobbery
As the Eiffel Tower loomed large
drenching the city in warmed light
my dreams paused, to images of home
longing for Lady Liberty, a fine french gift
Scents of the city of lights cling tightly
lavender, roses and mint leaves
hurry me back to my imagined luxury
dreaming of the Hotel Le Bristol Paris
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poem by Robin Bennett
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Two Gentlemen That Broke Their Promise
There is no faith in claret, and it shall
Henceforth with me be held apocryphal.
I'll trust a small-beer promise, nay, a troth
Washed in the Thames, before a French wine oath.
That grape, they say, is binding; yes, 'tis so,
And it has made your souls thus costive too.
Circe transformed the Greeks; no hard design,
For some can do as much with claret wine
Upon themselves; witness you two, allowed
Once honest, now turned air, and à la mode.
Begin no health in this, or if by chance
The King's 'twill question your allegiance;
And men will, after all your ruffling, say
You drink as some do fight, in the French way:
Engage and trouble many, when 'tis known
You spread their interest to wave your own.
Away with this false Christian: it shall be
An excommunicate from mirth, and me;
Give me the Catholic diviner flame,
To light me to the fair Odelia's name;
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poem by James Shirley
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The Devil Dogs
Through grain fields with bayonets fixed,
from Belleau Woods the Germans came.
The sixth Marines in shallow pits
unleashed a deadly metal rain.
The French collapsed upon the left
Their flank exposed by craven fear
The Marines held fast when urged to flee:
'Retreat? , Hell we just got here.'
By June the sixth, it fell to them
to take a Hill to save the French.
A German company with machine guns
waited for them well entrenched.
With tactics from another war
Audacious yes, but not too clever
'Come on, you bastards' Dan Daly roared,
'Do you really want to live forever'
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poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Young Woman From Paris In France
The one with brown eyes and brown hair her Hometown is Paris in France
She has such a sweet singing voice and to music she loves to dance
She is in her twenty fourth year and happy in her single life
For some very lucky young man she will make a beautiful wife.
Her accent is easy to love like the lilt to a beautiful song
Of her voice one never could tire I'd listen to her all day long
To this Town she's like a breath of fresh air not many French people live here
Except for the rare tourist who stop for a break from travel I meet one perhaps once a year.
She has such an old World charm and she has such a beautiful face
And she doesn't find it hard for to smile a woman of charm and grace
'Twould be nice if here she did settle but in our Town I know she won't stay
The young woman from Paris in France from home she is so far away.
She says she will go home next year in beautiful May of the Spring
In the green parks of Paris in France she will hear the birds whistle and sing
And on the verandah of her old home with family and friends out of the glare of the sunshine
She will sing along in the sing song as she enjoys a glass of good French made wine.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Faulkner Going Home
Faulkner writes at a New Orleans café
Dust and floorboards with cockroaches
Coffee like pain from the slave trade
French rolls, wrought iron in the warm rain
Spanish gables sigh like lost angels
We are the immaculate children of Tolstoy
Dreams of William Blake
Bayou of the damned
Napoleon dies marooned like a pauper
Mice and men screams like a prophecy
Your lovely breasts belong to the working class
You run from every proletariat poet
Bridges like leather swamps
Magnolia eyes hidden beneath English men
Celtic mountains like pockets of gold
She smiles like the French Quarter
We walk brick streets made from conquistadors
Across the square their playing strip tease
Winners dance like Chloe’s of the Marquis de Sade
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poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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A Ballad of a Drum
The Austrians at Arcola
(The fight had lasted long),
The Austrians at Arcola—
Some fifty thousand strong—
Assailed the bridge whereto the French
(A fourth their strength) had come,.[1]
With menace dire, and murderous fire;
Then fled before a drum!
For Estienne at Arcola—
Heroic little lad!—
Seeing the carnage on the bridge,
With soul grown sick and sad,
Had sworn that he, at least, would pass
Beyond the sanguine tide,
And beat his drum, whate'er should come,
Upon the farther side.
So Estienne at Arcola—
No fear had he to die!—
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poem by Florence Earle Coates from Mine and Thine (1904)
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Ecstatic Repassage
She sought true light, he taught delight
blue skies through beryl polyhedral,
aragonite eyes expedite
replied declaring ex-cathedral
that mindset tight moved on from right,
wrong well defined, scarce subtrihedral,
to dreams by night which dawn's flush might
blush at in fashion quite primaeval.
Lip service rite quite recondite
was dropped in favour - speak no evil -
of flesh unite, fresh fires ignite,
false frontiers, tears, fade past retrieval.
Twinned soul song bright tu[r]ned to insight
between French Doctor mediaeval
and auto-didact erudite,
became true blessing, joy coeval
with farhenheit sword soaring white
hot, melting point reached. Each upheaval
brought satellite stars, blood rush quite
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Gurgling Stream
Knowing the little alien in my head was filled
with discontent went to French class prepared
full well with a treat for it, Offenbach played on
an earphone in only the left ear
Heavenly music accompanied Christophe
discussing Greece and its woes, a lack of
working tax system, no economic acumen,
credit obtained on false pretexts
Music filling the large, empty spaces opening
in my head; taking copious notes with Olympia*
singing vocal Olympics on my left, the right side
following a stentorious lecture on NATO
Its origin and members, the Euro and Schengen,
Italy, Berlusconi – Italians are so much better at
opera than politics – Swiss discipline – they are
not romantic at all, to their credit
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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Promise Of Surprise (Revised)
The weather in my heart is a sunless,
cold, cloudy day, I fill up the emotional
chasm with dates and nuts, how can I
do French revision when the sun cannot
break through to say hello
So people like me who have prescribed books
still in bookcases instead of the new money
races created by brilliant young writers like
him has this author's revulsion for us
audibly expressed
Wonder why he must hate so much, sighing
I see life as a spiral ascending but I've no
dream for myself, embedded in my own
tininess, used to love thinking of dramatic
dénouements, people in dispute
One cathartic explosion - all enriched with
new insight, listening to music while typing
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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Vastly Different Horizons (and Revised)
Yesterday I bought a little doll, but she
was too dull therefore today I bought
dollops of sunshine in yellow flowers
so beautiful everyone immediately
begs me for them
Added the flowers to the yellow and
purple delight on the right side of my
screen; smearing butter, healthy and
rich in vitamins, on a Crunchie bar
yellow honeycomb inside
My French Révision book shining in
yellow also, insidiously gold is taking
control of my life, I cannot abide rose
pink anymore, it disturbs the golden
vision of my other flowers
And the two dolls turn away from each
other - like my sister and I - one mind
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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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