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Alice Baudoin Feb 2016
It snows…
With every snowflake
A grain of future
Is planted
In the heart of the earth


It snows...
The snow is falling
Over the past
And putting it to rest,
Quietly


It snows...
A morning is
Opening wide
Her amazed purple eyes
To life

It snows...
And it covers my heart beat
With a cushion of love
In a white
Dance


It snows...
An infinite symphony
Pours the grace
Of a restless
Conductor


It snows...
Rare silver drops
Are melting
Like rare
Happy days
Alice Baudoin Jan 2016
It was morning
And I loved
Your steps
Feeling the strength of the earth
In a steady breeze

It was daylight
And I loved
Your hand
Resting on your forehead
In a thought

It was night
And I loved
Your smile
Hesitating
Towards the stars

It was us
And I loved
Your unbearable joy

It’s the end
And I love
Your silent memory
Alice Baudoin Jan 2016
Un autre present
Crafted in evening rain
Of a shattering beauty

Un autre present-
-Mystical time
Filled with magnolias
And april’s words of love

Un autre present-
-Old bookstore
With red wooden ceiling,
Your fingertips touching verses

Un autre present-
-Deep as the ocean
From which the white Saint Mary’s statue
Was gracefully greeting

Un autre present-
-Eternity-pouring river
Filled with reflection of the red city
Like a glittering blood

Un autre present
Was overflowing our nights
With love
Alice Baudoin Jan 2016
I mixed you up with the sky
In the end of the day

With the leaves
Of the forest glim

With our song
“Landing like a stranger”

With life,
I filled my days with you

My ears, my laughter,
My echoes, my hopes,

My steps, my nights,
My wrinkles, my sighs

I should forget
How the world is rolling

The same colors for us,
The same seasons,

Same words
Same smile

I’ll efface you
As a candle - dying,

As the snow on your path
Before walking

From my ears, from my laughter,
My echoes, my hopes,

My steps, my nights,
My wrinkles, my sighs

Still, could I ever efface you
From the orange sky of a sunset

From the leaves of the forest glim
And our song - “Landing like a stranger”?

Without you
I’m landing like a stranger

Into this world
As into any other
Alice Baudoin Dec 2015
“How sad and bad
And mad it was -
But then, how it was sweet”

Robert Browning



Infatuation
Closes your eyes
Love
Opens them

Infatuation
Lives in the dark
Love
In the light

Infatuation
Says I’ve always known you
Love
I’m still learning you

Infatuation
Writes verses
On a page
Love
Writes pages
Of life

Infatuation
Lives the second
Like an eternity
Love
The eternity
Like a second

Infatuation
Says I love you
Love  
Wipes away your tears

Infatuation
Burns you
Love
Warms you up at night

Infatuation
Is a quick, tumultuous river
Love
A deep, silent ocean
Alice Baudoin Dec 2015
I am born from your lips - the poet would say

I am your creation
You’ve made me
The being
I am today

You’ve opened my eyes
And guided my steps
While holding my hand
And my heartbeat

Only sun I remember
Abundantly, burningly
Over dry cornfields
Of September

One side of my face
Flooded by sun
The other
Drowned by love
This poem is dedicated to my favorite french poet, Louis Aragon.
Alice Baudoin Dec 2015
What should I do
With my life
I have a rose
In my hand

A white rose
I don’t know
Where to plant it
I’m turning around

Petals are flying
One by one
Getting ready
For emptiness
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