From The Cupboard Le buffet
A large carved cupboard of white oakemanates that relaxed gentle
Old people have; open, it's kindlyshadows give off fragrances like finewine, it overflows with a jumbleof quaint frayed things: sweetyellowed linen, torn women's clothes,faded laces, grandmother's shawlsembroidered with griffins, children's shirts;there must be lockets buried somewhere,locks of white or blond hair, portraitsand dried flowers whose odors minglewith the smell of apples and pears.
O old-fashionedcupboard, what stories you must know, it's obviousyou'd love to tell them each time your wide doorsslowly open and you clear your throat.
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Le buffetC'est un large buffet sculpté ; le chêne sombre,
Très vieux, a pris cet air si bon des vieilles gens ;
Le buffet est ouvert, et verse dans son
Comme un flot de vin vieux, des parfums engageants ;
Tout plein, c'est un fouillis de vieilles vieilleries,
De linges odorants et jaunes, de
De femmes ou d'enfants, de dentelles flétries,
De fichus de grand'mère où sont peints des griffons ;- C'est là qu'on trouverait les médaillons, les
De cheveux blancs ou blonds, les portraits, les fleurs
Dont le parfum se mêle à des parfums de fruits.- O buffet du vieux temps, tu sais bien des histoires,
Et tu voudrais conter tes contes, et tu
Quand s'ouvrent lentement tes grandes portes noires.
Arthur Rimbaud
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