Monday Poetry Train - Crimson
Crimson
Écarlate
On white
Sur la blancheur
Because you have laid
Car tu m'as couché
Me there
Moi, là
Unoticed
Cold
Froide
My sould has gone
Mon âme est partie
To another place
À un autre endroit
I have become
Je suis devenue
Nothing but a carcass
Qu'une carcasse
I've tried
J'ai essayé
To cried murderer
De crier au meutre
but you were
mais tu es
My bittersweet
Ma fin
End
Douce amer
Écarlate
On white
Sur la blancheur
Because you have laid
Car tu m'as couché
Me there
Moi, là
Unoticed
Cold
Froide
My sould has gone
Mon âme est partie
To another place
À un autre endroit
I have become
Je suis devenue
Nothing but a carcass
Qu'une carcasse
I've tried
J'ai essayé
To cried murderer
De crier au meutre
but you were
mais tu es
My bittersweet
Ma fin
End
Douce amer
Libellés : Monday Poetry Train, poem, poème
posted by Jill @ 1:58 a.m.
5 Comments:
At 11:51 a.m.,
Lion-ess said…
very good!!
Crimson on white!!
At 2:57 p.m.,
Nara Malone said…
"You were my bittersweet end", lovely :)
At 5:11 a.m.,
thisgirlremembers said…
Wow.... what a vivid portrait you've created! In two languages, no less. :) Lovely poem - thank you for sharing it.
At 12:57 p.m.,
gautami tripathy said…
Like the ending, Jill!
readingless days
At 10:16 a.m.,
Jill said…
Lion-ess, thanks, talking about ruining the purety of the snow!
Nara, it would be bittersweet!
thisgirl, I'm french, but most of you are english, so need to do the translation...
Gautami, thanks. Fun to always see you around!
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