Poetry
warm embrace (chaleureuse étreinte)
A poem in French and English — about comfort
Version 1:
Je suis très content Parlez-moi d’amour I feel it right here in the embrace of the sun Tu n’est pas comprends Pourquoi je pense ce But it’s alright The warmth is comfort, Snug, Lulling one into complacency, étreinte chaleureuse, Let us retreat into the land away from interiors away from artificial suns away from homely furniture in search of solace How lucky am I to witness a time where the rush of the city feels distant but the mellow, amber hues of warmth reside with me.
Version 2 (corrected with feedback from Julien Mauduit):
Je suis si heureux Parlez-moi d’amour I feel it right here in the embrace of the sun Tu ne comprends pas Pourquoi je pense comme ça But it’s alright The warmth is comfort, Snug, Lulling one into complacency, chaleureuse étreinte, Let us retreat into the land away from interiors away from artificial suns away from homely furniture in search of solace How lucky am I to witness a time where the rush of the city feels distant but the mellow, amber hues of warmth reside with me.
English translation below:
I am very happy Tell me about love I feel it right here in the embrace of the sun You don’t understand Why I think so But it’s alright The warmth is comfort, Snug, Lulling one into complacency, warm embrace, Let us retreat into the land away from interiors away from artificial suns away from homely furniture in search of solace How lucky am I to witness a time where the rush of the city feels distant but the mellow, amber hues of warmth reside with me.
I’ve included the post in its original form as well as a second version that’s been edited to be more accurate in French. I included both versions because I wanted to show my process with writing. Feedback is important to improving your writing. I’ve forgotten some things about French over the years, but it’s spaces like this that can help me brush off the cobwebs and relearn. :)
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