Inspiration from the masters

Les sanglots longs

Des violons

De l’automne

Blessent mon coeur 

D’une langueur

Monotone

I must have learned these lines more than 25 odd years ago but I still remember them. I am far from a good poet – whether in my native French or in my adopted English – but this verse remains a memorable introduction to the realms of rhyme and poetic imagery.

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