The Villanelle

ugh. it's really hard to write a poem using the traditional forms such as the sonnet, sestina and villanelle.. but anyway, i did it! and got a pretty good grade for it too. i wrote this one a few years ago. =)

(Note: A villanelle follows a certain end-rhyme scheme of aba with its first and third lines repeated via a pattern in the verses following the first one.)

Moments fading into bittersweet memory
In the course of life, time does not wait
All that remains are pages in history

Each person has his own special story
Bits and pieces running out of date
Moments fading into bittersweet memory

Even kings and princes in all their glory
Are reduced to figures that stories create
All that remains are pages in history

Unforgettable experiences become blurry
When we grow old, it becomes hard to relate
Moments fading into bittersweet memory

Let’s just live life as a wonderful journey
One moment will pass, while two more await
All that remains are pages in history

There is really no need for anyone to worry
It’s just the way it works with fate
Moments fading into bittersweet memory
All that remains are pages in history

A Ma Mort

Moments se fanant en memoire douce-amere
Comme la couleur s'effacant d'une belle peinture
Comme des feuilles d'automne soufflees parties
Dans un tourbillon de brilliant rouge et orange
Par approcher hiver froid vents

Un plus de souffle...
Un plus de soupir...

Il est etonnant comment vie pourrait exister
Avec la lenteur tendre et faisante mal
Toute sa beaute battage dans ma poitrine douloureux...

Parfois j'oublie comment respirer
Alors je pense -- de comment heureux je suis
Tous mes jeux de solitaire
J'avais conquis et avais gagne

Je dois avoir gagne ces derniers souffles
Ces derniers soupirs
Ces dernieres sensations

Ma vie a longtemps ete complete;
Et ces moments sont faits a temoignages de beau silence
Si je peux entendre mon battement de coeur
Et sentez la terre sous mes pieds
pour la derniere fois...