04-25-2014, 02:01 PM
My favourite poem of all time is only five lines, and it's actually in French. It sounds beautiful spoken aloud, and it just evokes such a haunting feeling in me. However, it's also in French. I'll post it here in French and then I'll post a translation.
L'adieu, by Guillaume Apollinaire
J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère
L'automne est morte souviens t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyère
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends
The Farewell, by Guillaume Apollinaire
I gathered this sprig of heather
Autumn is dead, remember
We will not see each other again on this earth
Scent of time, sprig of heather
And remember, I am waiting for you
L'adieu, by Guillaume Apollinaire
J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère
L'automne est morte souviens t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyère
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends
The Farewell, by Guillaume Apollinaire
I gathered this sprig of heather
Autumn is dead, remember
We will not see each other again on this earth
Scent of time, sprig of heather
And remember, I am waiting for you
Let's put Rowdy on top of the TV and see which one of us can throw a hat on him first. 
