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France Jodoin

There is no gramophones, no two-seaters and no citroen
Hidden under the dove's wing
Laughter tinkled among the tea cups
The golden fog that robs its back upon the window panes
Summer laid her supple glove

Oils on linen

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
Put your shoes at the door and prepare for life
Que vous êtes joli! Que vous me semblez beau!
I have known the eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase
Down silent courts and secret passages
I remember a slice of apricot pie and a bitten macaroon
Down silent courts and secret passages
The silken girl bringing sherbet
There is a time for the wind to brake the loosened pane
Inhale the different dawn
Between the ivory gates
Heaven below, heaven above obscured with ruddier blue
Water in the distance nodding approval
The quiet-colored end of evening
If the lady and the gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden
Disturbing the dust in a bowl of rose leaves
Do I dare eat a pear
If it rains, we shall play a game of chess
I remember a slice of lemon and a bitten macarroon
Shadow of pride is long
Squinting a little as automn spills from the skies
They glide like dancers into the wide hall
And the footman sat at the dining table
Be born and think
Butterflies cruising round the purple line
I will make you a palace of blue days at sea
Like three white leopards sitting under juniper trees
Run softly till I end my song
Step lightly on this narrow spot
The murmuring shell of time
The notion of some infinitely gentle thing
Thinking of Whistler's Mother
Tripping by in high-heeled ribboned shoes
Waiting for a knock upon the door
A cloud withdrew from the sky
A sky blue as forget-me-nots
Barges, like scattered old shoes, zealously trample gothic facades
Fragments of the afternoon
Hope is this thing with feathers
I heard the beat of the centaur's hoofs
My window pane is a garden of frost
Select your own society then shut the door
The uncertain hour before the morning
Through the remembered gate
Where we drift in green silence
After the novels and the skirts that trail along the floor
In a wilderness of mirrors
Présence de l'absence
Run softly until i end my song
Such wisdom in the agitated motions of the wind
The days are not long enough
The shade of passing thoughts
Under the fog II
A clock stopped
Do I dare eat a peach
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Series of sea studies no. 76
Series of sea studies no. 77
I shall wear grey flannel trousers
Time yet for a hundred indecisions
A silver dollar from a whole inside my vest
Thin fading dreams by day
Tempted by the fashionable quays
All i could see from where i stood
Shadows hold their breath
Between one June and another September
Even where he walks one would believe he dances
I remember that time and wish you had sat there
Muddy feet that press to early coffee stands
Put your shoes at the door and prepare for life
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Sea dreamers
Withnail and I
No two-seaters, no Citroen, no Rolls-Royce
Pensive while she dreams awake
I shall sit here, serving tea to friends
Hidden under the dove's wing
The fog rubs its back upon the window panes
The jade king and the blue pebbles
Promenade by the sea
We will go home when it rains
Memory stirring with spring rain
Shadows flit and fleet
Le silence, dernier refuge de la liberté