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En mai

Une sorte de verve étrange, point muette,
Point sourde, éclate et fait du printemps un poëte ;
Tout parle et tout écoute et tout aime à la fois ;
Et l'antre est une bouche et la source une voix ;
L'oiseau regarde ému l'oiselle intimidée,
Et dit : Si je faisais un nid ? c'est une idée !
Comme rêve un songeur le front sur l'oreiller,
La nature se sent en train de travailler,
Bégaie un idéal dans ses noirs dialogues,
Fait des strophes qui sont les chênes, des églogues
Qui sont les amandiers et les lilas en fleur,
Et se laisse railler par le merle siffleur ;
Il lui vient à l'esprit des nouveautés superbes ;
Elle mêle la folle avoine aux grandes herbes ;
Son poëme est la plaine où paissent les troupeaux ;
Savante, elle n'a pas de trêve et de repos
Jusqu'à ce qu'elle accouple et combine et confonde
L'encens et le poison dans la sève profonde ;
De la nuit monstrueuse elle tire le jour ;
Souvent avec la haine elle fait de l'amour ;

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poem by Victor Hugo
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Mary-Jess (Singer)

A remarkable singer, by the name of Mary-Jess,
Stands on stage, in a gorgeous, flowing dress.
She opens her mouth and her singing is sweet.
To hear her sing her songs live is truly a treat.

She waves her arms as though she’s freely floating.
She’s a new artiste who’s definitely worth noting.
About her, the critics have only good things to say,
And it’s already clear that she’s going to go a long way.

Her music sounds distinctly oriental,
But her interpretation of it is pure and gentle.
Charmingly pretty with a fresh-faced complexion,
With an audience, she’s able to make a real connection.

With her new album just released,
Her popularity has greatly increased.
To be a singer, has always been her dream,
But her journey hasn’t been as easy as it seems.

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poem by Angela Wybrow
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Vers le futur

O race humaine aux destins d'or vouée,
As-tu senti de quel travail formidable et battant,
Soudainement, depuis cent ans,
Ta force immense est secouée ?

L'acharnement à mieux chercher, à mieux savoir,
Fouille comme à nouveau l'ample forêt des êtres,
Et malgré la broussaille où tel pas s'enchevêtre
L'homme conquiert sa loi des droits et des devoirs.

Dans le ferment, dans l'atome, dans la poussière,
La vie énorme est recherchée et apparaît.
Tout est capté dans une infinité de rets
Que serre ou que distend l'immortelle matière.

Héros, savant, artiste, apôtre, aventurier,
Chacun troue à son tour le mur noir des mystères
Et grâce à ces labeurs groupés ou solitaires,
L'être nouveau se sent l'univers tout entier.

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poem by Emile Verhaeren
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Black Rain: From Hiroshima To Nagasaki

We dropped the Bomb
though we apologized.
Said we’re sorry
in solid cold cash.
Couldn’t do better
radiant improvised.
Skin-graft surgery.
Medical emergency aid.
Is ground funded in cash.

Memory dedication burns
racial inflamed scorch scar.
Black ash devastation falls
assassinated civil public facts.
Japanese superb marshal arts
somatic sate skilled disciples.
Mystic mind merge mystify.
Discipline defensive army warriors
can’t demoralize kamikaze deny.

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Ballad Of How Macpherson Held The Floor

Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall:
"We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball.
Yon squakin' saxophone gives me the syncopated gripes.
I'm sick of jazz, I want to hear the skirling of the pipes."
"Alas! it's true," said Tam MacCall. "The young folk of to-day
Are fox-trot mad and dinna ken a reel from Strathspey.
Now, what we want's a kiltie lad, primed up wi' mountain dew,
To strut the floor at supper time, and play a lilt or two.
In all the North there's only one; of him I've heard them speak:
His name is Jock MacPherson, and he lives on Boulder Creek;
An old-time hard-rock miner, and a wild and wastrel loon,
Who spends his nights in glory, playing pibrochs to the moon.
I'll seek him out; beyond a doubt on next Saint Andrew's night
We'll proudly hear the pipes to cheer and charm our appetite.

Oh lads were neat and lassies sweet who graced Saint Andrew's Ball;
But there was none so full of fun as Treasurer MacCall.
And as Maloney's rag-time bank struck up the newest hit,
He smiled a smile behind his hand, and chuckled: "Wait a bit."
And so with many a Celtic snort, with malice in his eye,

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poem by Robert William Service
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I Am With Name

I was
Ramona a. stone
I started with no enemies of my own
I was an artiste
In a tunnel
But Ive been having a mid-life crisis
And Ive been dreaming in a sleep
And ape men with metal parts
Ive spat upon deeply felt age
Ive hid my hearts in
And I hate your funny colored english
Well creep togeher you and i
For I know who the small friends are
I am with name, I am with name,
I am ramona a stone
A night filled female
Good timing drone
I am with name
I am with name sleepy now
Your silhouette is so stationary

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song performed by David Bowie
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Crime Pays

Music: hall
Lyrics: hall/oates/s. allen
I know you know all the pros and cons
They help you get to everything you want
Greasing policemen bending all the rules
Make them an offer that they cant refuse
One crime baby I cant forgive
The kind that hurts where I live
Im a nice guy I try to wait and see
If youll get caught or go free
You stole my heart and left me blue
It look like crime pays for you
You do it and you get away
It seem like crime pays
Crime pays
Beat the heat but you couldnt pay me off
Youre staying cool no matter what it costs
You get caught youll never do the time
I have to say youve got a way with one crime baby I cant forgive
The kind that hurts where I live

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song performed by Hall & Oates
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Une Nuit A Paris

Part one: one night in paris
Bonjour monsieur
Paris really welcomes you
Its the best room in the house
Its forty francs a night, alright.
Its crazy, it isnt worth a centime
Ill take it!
Merci monsieur
Rouged lips in the gaslight
A great view of the hall
Thats the way the croissant crumbles after all
Paris is only one step away
Les girls are out on bail
Tres bien theres love for sale
Oh my cheri, wish you were mine
And Ill show you a wonderful time
For the price of a cheap champagne
Ill show it you once again
One night in paris
Is like a year in any other place

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song performed by 10 Cc
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