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A poem I wrote

Here’s a poem I wrote in French today. I am also giving the English translation below the original French one.


Vide

Beaucoup d'alimentation pour me bourrer.
Tant de vêtements pour m'habiller.
Mais mon cœur est vide.


Tas de choses que je fais pour occuper mes jours.
Tant de livres pour remplir mes étagères.
Mais ma tête est vide.


Beaucoup de personnes pour occuper ma vie.
Et un peu plus pour me manquer après ma mort.
Mais mon âme est vide.


Tout est vide.
Tout est vide.
Tout est complètement vide.


Empty


A lot of food to stuff myself with.
So many clothes to dress myself up.
But my heart is empty.


So many things that I do to fill my days.
So many books to fill my shelves.
But my mind is empty.


A lot of people to fill my life.
And some more to miss me after my death.
But my soul is empty.


Everything is empty.
Everything is empty.
Everything is completely empty.
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Seema Smile said…
The best test of command over language is to be able to write poetry in it. This one sounds great in English, I'm sure the French version is beautiful too ... alas I can't understand a word of it. Thank you for the translation :)
22 December 2009 at 14:21
The Wanderer said…
Thanks a lot Seema ! Although, in my opinion, neither the French one nor the English one have very high literary value, they are important to me for the very reason you mentioned, and I'm feeling a little proud at the moment :)
22 December 2009 at 20:23
The Wanderer said…
Some glitch prevented me from accepting this comment left by Swapnali http://hheaviosity.blogspot.com/

So I just copied it from her email to my gmail account and I'm posting it here:
"Nice one.. you ought to be proud of the creation! Keep writing! :)"

And here's my response to her kind words:
"Thank you so much ! Its good to receive a compliment from someone whose work you appreciate :)"
4 January 2010 at 15:47
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