Le Collier de griffes

by Charles Cros, Hubert Juin (Preface)

Liberté Le vent impur des étables Vient d'Ouest, d'Est, du Sud, du Nord. On ne s'assied plus aux tables Des heureux, puisqu'on est mort. Les princesses aux beaux râbles Offrent leurs plus doux trésors. Mais on s'en va dans les sables Oublié, méprisé, fort. On peut regarder la lune Tranquille dans le ciel noir. Et quelle morale ?... aucune. Je me console à vous voir, À vous étreindre ce soir Amie éclatante et brune.

Genres: France, Poetry

192 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1972

About the author

Charles Cros or Émile-Hortensius-Charles Cros (October 1, 1842 – August 9, 1888) was a French poet and inventor. He was born in Fabrezan, Aude, France, 35 km to the East of Carcassonne.

Cros was a well-regarded poet and humorous writer. As an inventor, he was interested in the fields of transmitting graphics by telegraph and making photographs in color, but he is perhaps best known for being the first person to conceive a method for reproducing recorded sound, an invention he named the Paleophone.

Charles Cros died in Paris at the age of 45.

Reviews

[nensi · Rating 5 out of 5]

Holds its own very well for an era full of Baudelaires and Rimbauds! I liked the style, the rhyming patterns and the themes.

[rodrigue · Rating 3 out of 5]

pas mal charles