Colored by rain one morning
depending on sadness
sighing high houses in the mist
bridges piled on the river
(everything yellow
and falling
We’re here! NaPoWriMo Day 30, prompt is poems in translation. Many years since I studied (not learned) French, but I had fun with the two or three words I recognized in the early stanzas of Charles Baudelaire’s “Les Sept Vieillards.”
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very mysterious and misty. love the everything yellow and falling
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Love it. I could see the scene, and it looked like an Impressionist painting. 🙂
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I love that. Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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Autumn on the river. Lovely images.
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Ooh, I like this snapshot of what I see as a rainy Paris by the river, especially the sighing high houses in the mist and the and the bridges piled on the river!
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My only time in Paris was gray and cold, so that’s where my brain went. 🙂
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I’ve had hot, muggy times there, too, but for some reason it’s the rain pelting on a bridge that sticks with me.
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Very evocative…sometimes it’s better not to know everything, and let the mind wander…(K)
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the first line is so good… ❤
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Can it be anything but ‘yellow and falling’? So much imagery to love here. So much.
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