The Beggar, by Georges Duhamel
YOU cannot gather up my look, which flows
Towards the earth, and which you seek in vain;
Fri...
YOU cannot gather up my look, which flows
Towards the earth, and which you seek in vain;
Fri...
O HAPPY feelings coming from outside,
You have so deeply driven into my soul,
You give me the...
THIS water hardly keeps a memory of its sources.
In arteries of cement
It has glided dizzy cour...