1 min read
Слушать(AI)June Nights
In summer, when day has fled, the plain covered with
Pours out far away an intoxicating scent;
Eyes shut, ears half open to noises,
We only half sleep in a transparent slumber.
The stars are purer, the shade seems pleasanter;
A hazy half-day colours the eternal dome;
And the sweet pale dawn awaiting her
Seems to wander all night at the bottom of the sky.
Victor Marie Hugo
Victor Marie Hugo was a French poet, novelist, and dramatist of the Romantic movement. During a literary career that spanned more than sixty yea
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
They Say
They say:Be prudent - and then comes this dithyramb: Who thinks to strike NeroTiptoes in and does not first cry out an iamb Nor make a bugle blowRemember Ettenheim - abduction of great fame; Do not hurry your ta...
That Night It Rained
That night it rained, the tide was high, A heavy, grey fog covered all the coast, The breakers barked like dogs, the Joined their black sobs to the weeping of the sky,
Depuis quatre mille ans il tombait dans labîme
(Et nox facta est, I)Depuis quatre mille ans il tombait dans l'abîme Il n'avait pas encor pu saisir une cime, Ni lever une fois son front démesuré
Ultima Verba My Last Word
Quand même grandirait l'abjection publiqueA ce point d'adorer l'exécrable trompeur ; Quand même l'Angleterre et même Diraient à l'exilé : - Va-t'en nous avons peur
