Sunday, November 12, 2006

Paradelle

This is my next assignment for programming.I just loved this french form of poem.

I remember the quick, nervous bird of your love.
I remember the quick, nervous bird of your love.
Always perched on the thinnest, highest branch.
Always perched on the thinnest, highest branch.
Thinnest of love, remember the quick branch.
Always nervous, I perched on your highest bird the.

It is time for me to cross the mountain.
It is time for me to cross the mountain.
And find another shore to darken with my pain.
And find another shore to darken with my pain.
Another pain for me to darken the mountain.
And find the time, cross my shore, to with it is to.

The weather warm, the handwriting familiar.
The weather warm, the handwriting familiar.
Your letter flies from my hand into the waters below.
Your letter flies from my hand into the waters below.
The familiar waters below my warm hand.
Into handwriting your weather flies your letter the from the.

I always cross the highest letter, the thinnest bird.
Below the waters of my warm familiar pain,
Another hand to remember your handwriting.
The weather perched for me on the shore.
Quick, your nervous branch flies for love.
Darken the mountain, time and find my into it with from to to is.

- Billy Collins

2 comments:

666 said...

I wasnt aware of what a paradelle is:-) some googling and i dare say its amazing. Extremely interested in what you are planning to do. Who suggested this idea to you or is it one of those famous flash in the pan brilliance of yours

yogsma said...

@666- It is the assignment given by my Programming Language professor to write a program in Standard ML to identify the paradelle in a text file.