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Gust of Colours

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gust of colours

Gust of Colours
Pierre Morency

My child, my freshness
Gust of colours
Discovering the world through fancy
Blossoming, parade of joy

My child, with the downy neck
Truthful, almond eyes
Soft, delicate wrists
Bearing a pulse of unseen strength.




This poem is translated from Pierre Morency’s Souffle de Couleurs, which a friend of mine found in a book of French poetry called “Words that Walk in the Night”.


This entry was posted on Monday, March 12th, 2007 at 12:40 pm and is filed under Rachel's Musings, Reflections & Musings. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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2 Responses to “Gust of Colours”

  1. Jessica
    March 13th, 2007 11:57
    1

    great pictures… what colour! the poem was cute too… a nice bright post to lift my day. thank you.

  2. Beth
    March 15th, 2007 18:10
    2

    I love the pics…cute little raincoat and boots….soooo fun. At first I thought you wrote the poem…very fitting.

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