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Array ( [sid] => 63573 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => la rue froide [time] => 2004-09-13 10:21:03 [hometext] => In French and English, because I always think that poems sound better in French (Based on Tess of the D'Urbervilles) [bodytext] => J'erre les rues, seul et humilié,
Mon dévouement éternel est atrocement corrompu.
Les pierres faits de la rue, se sentir amèrement froid contre mes pieds nus.
Je languis pour le confort d'un couvre-théière, chauffer la chaumière,
Où je peux échapper mon passé et mon mariage terrible.
L'ennui me suit où que je peux aller,
Mais la vérité du problème que je ne peux jamais savoir.

Ma robe traîne dans la boue,
je trébuche par-dessus une pierre et une terre avec un bruit sourd,
La pluie verse en bas, me trempant à l'os,
Plus que n'importe quoi je souhaite que je pourrais rentrer.

I wander the streets, alone and humiliated,
My undying devotion is horrifically tainted.
The cobbled stones of the street,
Feel bitterly cold against my bare feet.
I yearn for the comfort of a cosy, warm cottage,
Where I can escape my past and my awful marriage.
Trouble follows me wherever I may go,
But the truth of the issue I never may know.

My dress trails in the mud,
I trip over a stone and land with a thud,
The rain pours down, soaking me to the bone,
More that anything I wish I could go home. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 13 [informant] => tabby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

la rue froide

Contributed by tabby on Monday, 13th September 2004 @ 10:21:03 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

J'erre les rues, seul et humilié,
Mon dévouement éternel est atrocement corrompu.
Les pierres faits de la rue, se sentir amèrement froid contre mes pieds nus.
Je languis pour le confort d'un couvre-théière, chauffer la chaumière,
Où je peux échapper mon passé et mon mariage terrible.
L'ennui me suit où que je peux aller,
Mais la vérité du problème que je ne peux jamais savoir.

Ma robe traîne dans la boue,
je trébuche par-dessus une pierre et une terre avec un bruit sourd,
La pluie verse en bas, me trempant à l'os,
Plus que n'importe quoi je souhaite que je pourrais rentrer.

I wander the streets, alone and humiliated,
My undying devotion is horrifically tainted.
The cobbled stones of the street,
Feel bitterly cold against my bare feet.
I yearn for the comfort of a cosy, warm cottage,
Where I can escape my past and my awful marriage.
Trouble follows me wherever I may go,
But the truth of the issue I never may know.

My dress trails in the mud,
I trip over a stone and land with a thud,
The rain pours down, soaking me to the bone,
More that anything I wish I could go home.

Copyright Â© tabby ... [ 2004-09-13 10:21:03]
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Re: la rue froide (User Rating: 1 )
by faith_my_eyes on Monday, 13th September 2004 @ 01:04:37 PM AEST
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I read the poem aloud in French and I enjoyed the beauty of the sound. I could understand parts but not all, so I was thankful for the English translation and it was great to learn some new words. Do you speak French fluently?
Em

Re: la rue froide (User Rating: 1 )
by poetmarie on Monday, 13th September 2004 @ 02:25:41 PM AEST
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THis is beautigful in French and English.
I could follow the French. I wish I remembered enough to write it French.

Re: la rue froide (User Rating: 1 )
by Flipped_out on Monday, 13th September 2004 @ 05:09:59 PM AEST
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I loved your words very much, Tess is one of the greatest books ever written.and your poem conjurs up emotion and feeling from the memory of the book.. but your french sucks.sorry but it does it spoil the read

Kelly x

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