by Louis Le Lasseur de Ranzay (1856 - 1918)
Translation © by Faith J. Cormier

Roses d'hiver
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Vous souvient-il du jour, de l'heure et de l'instant?
La nuit d'hiver était si pâle et désolée
Qu'à peine miroitait au givre de l'alléee
L'indécrise lueur d'un astre grelottant!

Et comme les taillis n'avaient ni chants d'oiselles,
Ni vols blancs de ramiers rayant les clairs eaux
Pour oublier l'exil attristant des oiseaux!
J'ai pris vos doigts qui frisson naient comme des ailes!

Et parce que la neige avait mis ses pâleurs
Aux arbres défleuris pleurant le long des sentes
Pour évoquer l'éclat des floraisons absentes
J'ai regardé s'ouvrir vos yeux, qui sont des fleurs!

Et puisqu'aux églantiers les églantines closes
N'exhalaient plus le charme enivrant des parfums
Pour devancer l'éveil des arômes défunts
J'ai cueilli vos baisers d'amour, qui sont des roses!

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 122

Roses of winter
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
Do you remember the day, the hour, the moment? 
The winter night was so pale and barren 
that the frost in the lane 
barely gleamed in the indecisive light of a shivering star! 

And how the thicket had neither birdsongs 
nor white flights of pigeons striping the clear water 
to forget the sad exile of the birds! 
I held your fingers that trembled like wings! 

And because the snow had spread its pallor 
to the trees that wept, their flowers gone, 
along the paths, so as to evoke the absent flowers, 
I watched your flower-like eyes open. 

And because on their bushes the wild roses 
no longer breathe the intoxicating charm of their perfumes, 
to go before the awakening of dead scents, 
I gathered your kisses of love, those roses!

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This text was added to the website: 2004-12-05
Line count: 16
Word count: 130