Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BEAUTIFUL NAMES, by PAUL FORT


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THE BEAUTIFUL NAMES, by                    
First Line: Francis, you realize, from loving ile-de-france, how a country or a
Last Line: The road for mortcerf of fair name.
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness


Francis, you realize, from loving Ile-de-France, how a country or a town,
adorned with a fair name, more than its neighbours may command our confidence,
and this fair name to rank among its gifts may claim.

The forest of Crecy through which proceeds the road that leads me to Mortcerf --
its name pronounced aloud charms like a fairy flight that steals from elfin
grots to wheel about a knight who, whelmed by sorrow's load, slumbers beside a
spring, 'mid blue forget-me-nots.

A country by its name our senses should delight, or one can never come to full
intelligence, complete accord. You love, my Francis, Ilede-France. To your name
its fair name a joyous troth doth plight, and your art and yourself join to its
dowry bright.

How the names Nemours, Senlis, my beating heart beguile! When I murmur them
aloud, oh! what pure joy I feel! Senlis, Nemours, why, look . . . in faith, I
almost kneel. O Nemours, that's all despair, O Senlis, that's all smile, lilies,
and turtledoves, farewell, dear names of song! I give myself anew, to Mortcerf I
belong.

Mortcerf, the sounding horn, all the Fall in fresco set.

----But it is not autumn yet? -- Ah, well, 'tis all the same. Come staff, I take
the road for Mortcerf of fair name.





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