Exquisite Love (Posted in French and English, Aurora Antonovic)
L’Amour Exquis
L’heure d’amour
Est très exquis,
Plus magnifique que des mots peuvent le dire!Il m’appele,
Il me chante,
“Non, je ne vous oublirai pas!”
Je viendrai chez vous,
Quand vous ne l’attendez pas.”
L’amour me visite la nuit,
L’amour chuchote mon nom,
Comme le chatouillement d’une plume,
Il respire sur mon visage
Avec iris de Florence,
Et bois de santal de Mysore,Avec de promesses de grandes choses
Qui s’accrochent dans l’air,
Sans aucune illusions,
Mais seuleument la réalité
L’amour exquis
Sera le mien
Ainsi promis
Du commencement
Exquisite Love
Exquisite hour of love,
Magnificent beyond words!It calls to me,
It sings to me,
“No, I won’t forget you,
I will come back to you
When you least expect it.”Love creeps to me at night,
Whispering my name,
Like a tickle from a feather,
It breathes in my face
With iris from Florence
And Mysore sandalwood
With promises of great things
That hang in the air
No illusions, only reality
Exquisite love
Will be mine
It has been promised
Since the beginning.
(Copyright (C) 2005, Aurora Antonovic. Previously published in Subtle Tea, Poetic Voices, and Banks of the Little Miami)
L’heure d’amour
Est très exquis,
Plus magnifique que des mots peuvent le dire!Il m’appele,
Il me chante,
“Non, je ne vous oublirai pas!”
Je viendrai chez vous,
Quand vous ne l’attendez pas.”
L’amour me visite la nuit,
L’amour chuchote mon nom,
Comme le chatouillement d’une plume,
Il respire sur mon visage
Avec iris de Florence,
Et bois de santal de Mysore,Avec de promesses de grandes choses
Qui s’accrochent dans l’air,
Sans aucune illusions,
Mais seuleument la réalité
L’amour exquis
Sera le mien
Ainsi promis
Du commencement
Exquisite Love
Exquisite hour of love,
Magnificent beyond words!It calls to me,
It sings to me,
“No, I won’t forget you,
I will come back to you
When you least expect it.”Love creeps to me at night,
Whispering my name,
Like a tickle from a feather,
It breathes in my face
With iris from Florence
And Mysore sandalwood
With promises of great things
That hang in the air
No illusions, only reality
Exquisite love
Will be mine
It has been promised
Since the beginning.
(Copyright (C) 2005, Aurora Antonovic. Previously published in Subtle Tea, Poetic Voices, and Banks of the Little Miami)
posted by Michael Paul Ladanyi | Wednesday, November 09, 2005
5 Comments:
Fine work, as always. Welcome.
Michael
I've followed your poetry through hovels and palaces, it always puts a tickle in this jester's toes.
Pasting this for Rocky. He placed it in the wrong place.
Rocky said...
I would like to comment on your poem "Exquisite Love"
Rocky said:
It a poem that sends you to a place of romance & chivalry. A place where your heart is gently held by your love.
So thank you for a lovely poem of "L’Amour Exquis"
Dear Aurora,
I'm always impressed with your linguistic adventurousness, but I'm most impressed by the energy of the feeling here.
Minerva, thanks for commenting. The photographs in your link are amazing, as always.
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