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The offering to nature
Poet: Anna de Noailles (1876-1933)
Collection: The Countless Heart (1901).
Nature with a deep heart on which the heavens rest, No
one will have loved
the light of days and the sweetness of things so warmly as I have,
the shining water and the earth where life has sprouted.
The forest, the ponds and the fertile
plains have touched my eyes more than human eyes,
I have leaned on the beauty of the world
and I have held the smell of the seasons in my hands.
I wore your suns and a crown
on my forehead full of pride and simplicity,
My games equalled the work of autumn
and I wept with love in the arms of your summers.
I have come to you without fear and without prudence
giving You my reason for good and evil,
Having for all joy and knowledge
Your soul impetuous with animal tricks.
As an open flower where bees
dwell My life has spread perfumes and songs,
And my morning heart is like a basket
that offers you ivy and leaning branches.
Submitted as well as the wave where the tree is reflected,
I have known the desires that burn in your evenings
and that give birth to the hearts of men and beasts
The beautiful impatience and the divine will.
I hold you all alive in my arms, Nature.
Ah! must my eyes be filled with shade one day,
and I must go to the land without wind and without greenery
that light and love do not visit...
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