Posted by Ben Naga
A TRICK OF THE LIGHT
Yet only your scent remains
“Une fleur vite fanée”
Posted on June 22, 2014, in Poetry, Senryu, Writing and tagged Beauty, Love, Madness, Memories, Passion, Regret, Senryu. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
Thank you. 🙂 (And so she was.)
@”Une fleur vite fanée”… your French is excellent… 🙂
Yet sparse these days. I have a Diplôme D’études Françaises (Mention Bien) from the Université De Poitiers from 1970, but now I have to check almost everything I write.
bravo et congrats, Ben! il faut pratiquer une langue régulièrement afin de ne pas l’oublier… c’est comme le vélo ou l’auto! 🙂
Oui. C’est vrai.
Made me work to find out it’s a flower you were speaking of. Should of been an obvious solution to a riddle.
Think unrequited love and you will have undone the riddle. (Although there’s a medieval French poet in there somewhere too.) 😉
My friend has had us re-examining unrequited love recently, with a bountiful harvest.
Worth spend time reading and pondering, I believe
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