Feminine Plural, Poem by Charles Cros

Poem by Charles Cros Collection The Collar of ClawsPeriod 19th century

I am burdened by lost loves,
I am bewildered by loves offered.
Here you are budding, young green leaves.
They must be paid for, weddings that are owed.

The snow descends, assiduous feathers.
Winter late, you unnerve me.
Coldness of friends, you astonish me, indeed.
And my roads are deserted, arduous.

New loves, and you past loves,
You become too tangled in my thoughts
In Aeolian discords.

Spring, come quickly then and with your thrusts
Of a broom of wild rosebushes
Chase from my heart the old loves!

Charles Cros

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