THE FRIENDLY WOOD (PAUL VALERY)

THE FRIENDLY WOOD (PAUL VALERY)

Meditations pure were ours
Side by side, along the ways;
We held each other’s hand without
Speaking, among the hidden flowers.

 

Alone we walked as if betrothed,
Lost in the green night of the fields;
We shared this fruit of fairy reels,
The moon, to madmen well disposed.

 

And then, we were dead upon the moss,
Far, quite alone, among the soft
Shades of this intimate, murmuring wood;

 

And there, in the vast light aloft,
We found ourselves with many a tear,
O my companion of silence dear!

 

 

 

PAUL VALERY

 

Image: Noah And Messing With Mythologies – Scri



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