French Poetry Poems  (English, Paperback, Various)

This book closes all my youth, I almost unknowingly did it, it goes through my life at night, I wrote it and cried to myself. I am not casting the past into a new one: so is man changing as the flow of power. You poetry, let it remain forever, bring you to the friends of the Creator. You strange reader, who do you think, ah, read with the human heart and be careful not to mumble to me: In the first sack, you see the child only and then the sorrows of his youthful dreams, and in the last, manhood begins.—from the book