Saturday, 2 September 2017

Sundays Whirligig 127


Adolphe Valette

farmer flows fox press bow  butterflies
ravage songbirds munching dazzled palms tomatoes

she could have married
a french farmer who grew tomatoes
near a pretty village where the river flows
filled with songbirds and butterflies

she could have attended mass
every sunday in the old village church
pressing her palms together
and bowing  in prayer
a tradition the congregation still practised.

mais non
she was too dazzled by city life
munching croissants
reading books in cafes
wearing her fox fur and
dreaming of becoming
a philosopher


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18 comments:

  1. Thotpurge3 September 2017 at 04:31

    I'd have picked the second option too I think.. :)

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  2. Old Egg3 September 2017 at 04:51

    And why not? Adolphe Valette was a late Impressionist painter who I think was a great artist. I am glad you featured him here Cressida.

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  3. Jae Rose3 September 2017 at 05:44

    Those are good dreams

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky3 September 2017 at 08:22

    Such a contrast in the two lives........I love the first one best.

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  5. Angie3 September 2017 at 09:39

    love a woman who goes against the flow

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  6. Paul John Dear3 September 2017 at 09:53

    Good for her.

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  7. Sanaa Rizvi3 September 2017 at 09:58

    Ah.. sometimes dreams can lead us in a different direction. Beautifully penned.

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  8. Julian3 September 2017 at 12:33

    mais oui, ce etait tres bonne.

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  9. Rob Jackson3 September 2017 at 14:21

    Interesting. "Dreaming of becoming a philosopher"
    Maybe we are all philosophers, if we decide to think st all.

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  10. tonispencer3 September 2017 at 17:03

    LOL, I would have chose the farmer for awhile and then left him for the city. I like this poem very much. I especially love his paintings of Manchester in the fog. Thank you for presenting him.

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  11. indybev3 September 2017 at 17:19

    And no doubt some farmer's wife is glad she made the choice she did! Great poem.

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  12. Anonymous3 September 2017 at 17:20

    Well written comparison of life, (I found both appealing)

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  13. ayala3 September 2017 at 17:36

    Lovely dreams :)

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  14. Rosemary Nissen-Wade3 September 2017 at 23:24

    How lucky was I, to want and have the second life first, in my youth, and now to be enjoying her first option when I'm of an age to appreciate it (though quite happily sans farmer).

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  15. Sarah Russell4 September 2017 at 06:52

    I loved the turn in the poem at "Mais non." I could hear it in so many contexts -- the young woman with a toss of her curls, a gossip talking over tea, her mother with a bewildered sigh. Just wonderful!

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  16. Gillena Cox4 September 2017 at 07:00

    Nice write Cressida, such is the stuff of dreams

    much love...

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  17. Gillena Cox4 September 2017 at 07:00

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    much love...

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  18. Magical Mystical Teacher5 September 2017 at 06:44

    I love this woman! May she and her kind grow and prosper and populate the earth with their independent ways!

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