Poems by Charles Guérin

BRIDEGROOM and bride, with hearts like a wild song,
Sit in the cushioned carriage all day long...

THE delicate evening, with its clear, blue mist,
Dies like a word of love on summer's lips,
...

FAIN would I be a man; now in no wise
My poems answer man's distress and cries.
Some men will w...

AT the road's end
The sun goes down;
Give me your hand,
And give me your mouth. This...

AT the hour when the stars from the eastern spaces are peering,
I stood on the cliffs that look...

O TRAGIC hours when lovers leave each other!
Then every mistress feels herself a mother,
And, ...

O JAMMES, your house is like your face. A beard
Of ivy overgrows it, and a pine
Shades it, a...

THIS winter night is odorous of spring.
Dreaming, my casement open wide I fling.
Upon a veil o...