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[ducknamedpumba]

Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage                        Often, when bored, the sailors of the crew
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,                        Trap albatross, the great birds of the seas,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,                          Mild travelers escorting in the blue
Le navire glissant

Comments

[drewlala]

Hey, sailor, you never sent me a letter. Altogether uncool.

[ducknamedpumba]

Have one written, need your address.

[drewlala]

11723 SW 33rd Place. Implicit city/state/zip code.

[drewlala]

And thanks.

[fashion_nono1]

it is beautiful but i am so sorry.

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last long aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

[bulbmusic5]

Good poem.