(Selection of poems)
 
I see you, rose, half-open book,
which contains so many pages
of detailed happiness
that we will never read. Book-mage,


which opens to the wind and which can be read
eyes closed…,
from which the butterflies come out confused
to have had the same ideas.


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Your perfume surrounds like other petals
your innumerable chalice.
I hold you back, you spread out,
prodigious actress.
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Some of you are like dictionaries;
those who pick them
want to have all these sheets bound.
Me, I like epistolary roses.
 
- Rainer-Maria Rilke -
 
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What is essential is invisible to the eye.
 
It's the time you spent for your rose that makes your rose so important.
 
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry -