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  • A La Belle Impérieuse
    L'amour, panique
    De la raison,
    Se communique
    Par le frisson. ...
  • Chanson De Pirates (pirates' Song)
    Nous emmenions en esclavage
    Cent chrétiens, pêcheurs de corail ;
    Nous recrutions pour le sérail
    Dans tous les moûtiers du rivage. ...
  • Chanson (proscrit, Regarde Les Roses...)
    Proscrit, regarde les roses ;
    Mai joyeux, de l'aube en pleurs
    Les reçoit toutes écloses ;
    Proscrit, regarde les fleurs. ...
  • A Une Femme
    Enfant! si j'étais roi, je donnerais l'empire,
    Et mon char, et mon sceptre, et mon peuple à genoux
    Et ma couronne d'or, et mes bains de porphyre,
    Et mes flottes, à qui la mer ne peut suffire, ...
  • Est-il Jour? Est-il Nuit ? Horreur Crépusculaire!
    Est-il jour ? Est-il nuit ? horreur crépusculaire !
    Toute l'ombre est livrée à l'immense colère.
    Coups de foudre, bruits sourds. Pâles, nous écoutons.
    Le supplice imbécile et noir frappe à tâtons. ...
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Son 104 Esprit 51 Car 48 Love 44 I Love You 44 Point 37 Nature 34 Heart 34 Rose 34 Night 33

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Carl Sandburg Poem
 by Carl Sandburg

TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an old soldier, Uncle Joe.
Two Swede boys go upstairs and see Joe. His wife is dead, his only son is dead, and his two daughters in Missouri and Texas don't want him around.
The boys and Uncle Joe crack walnuts with a hammer on the bottom of a flatiron while the January wind howls and the zero air weaves laces on the window glass.
Joe tells the Swede boys all about Chickamauga and Chattanooga, how the Union soldiers crept in rain somewhere a dark night and ran forward and killed many Rebels, took flags, held a hill, and won a victory told about in the histories in school.
Joe takes a piece of carpenter's chalk, draws lines on the floor and piles stove wood to show where six regiments were slaughtered climbing a slope.
'Here they went' and 'Here they went,' says Joe, and the January wind howls and the zero air weaves laces on the window glass.
The two Swede boys go downstairs with a big blur of guns, men, and hills in their heads. They eat herring and potatoes and tell the family war is a wonder and soldiers are a wonder.
One breaks out with a cry at supper: I wish we had a war now and I could be a soldier.

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