mon poème est le meilleur poème du monde

[free_lobotomy]

Sous la lune, 
je pense que toi.
Je vois ta figure,
et je voudrais manger 
du fromage et boir du vin 
avec ta belle bouche.
Dans mes rêves,
je vois tes yeux,
tes cheveux,
et je suis heureux.

Sous la lumière de la lune
je voudrais danser avec toi.
Tu as mon coeur,
tu es mon coeur,
tu tues mon coeur
parce que tu ne m'adore pas.
Je t'aime,
je t'aime 
--je t'aime

Comments

[eatyourwaffles]

oh god please, no more wine & cheese.

[eatyourwaffles]

hey! i rhymed accidentally.

[biggeststyxfan]

If this was the ridiculous poem you told me about in the hall today (which I'm sure it is) I'm amazed! If for some reason it isn't, I'm still amazed!

French love poetry is ridiculous and makes everyone's lives complete.

[mmm_mmbarassing]

tu as un tres belle bouche, emi chiba.

you have a bright future in love poetry en francais. next stop? books on tape.

[thrift_love]

this is amazing. i am in awe. also, i love cheese, and 50% of the time when i talk in french, i talk about le fromage.
also, "prec" is pronounced presh. use it!

[andhowever]

Est-ce que c'est vraiment ton poeme? C'est tres beau! Aujourd'hui en classe nous avons appris un tres bon poeme de Jacques Prevert:

Trois allumettes une a une allume' dans la nuit
La premier pour voir ton visage tout entier
La seconde pour voir tes yeux
La derniere pour voir ta bouche
Et l'obscurite tout entiere pour me rappeler tout cela
En te serrant dans mes bras

And here's my horrible translation of it:

Three matches lit one by one in the night
The first to see your whole face
The second to see your eyes
The last to see your mouth
And darkness all around to remind me of them
As I take you in my arms

[free_lobotomy]

Yeah, the past few weeks Madame has had us read the craziest french poems about Fall, which, although classic and you know good, are terribly dramatic.

And actually, parts of it were from silly jokes I have with my fellow french classmates, the genius isn't purely mine.

And guess what I'm listening to MAINTENANT???

"Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marche"

Jealous??

[andhowever]

A little yeah.

You know what is actually something I think about often in fall? Les sanglots longs des violons de l'automne blessent mon coeur avec un languer monotone. You know that poem? Paul Verlaine?

[free_lobotomy]

Ouais!!!! C'etait le premier poeme que nous avons lu.

My favorite so far was the one about the guy who can't stay away from the her grave for long, and his back is bent and his arms are crossed, and he places holly on her grave.

I don't think anyone likes reading poetry in french, and I'm a little embarassed to admit I really enjoy it. Because you know, they're actually kind of good. Is that the poem you memorized?