A Heart, Poem by Auguste Angellier

Poem by Auguste Angellier Collection The Path of SeasonsThemes LovePeriod 20th century

As soon as I had the free use of my heart,
I placed it in hands that opened to take it;
They were gentle hands, so beautiful in their whiteness,
Whose touch was delicious and tender.

Happy and quivering to feel them upon it,
My heart, like a bird, remained in their caress;
The winds were perfumed, the bright sun shone
Only through their nest-like warmth and softness.

But, one day, these two hands with fine fingers ringed in gold,
Became suddenly glacial and rigid,
And, still pressing it in a final effort,
Clenched upon it in cold embraces.

Auguste Angellier

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