FIELDS OF LAVENDER: English AND French versions

Oh Longobardolino, you take us to places of magic where we can feel happy. "In the wind of a Summer’s day." "The fire of the Mistral Broke the morning chill As it swept over the lavender hill From across the African sea." "Alone I walked Just fields of lavender and me." "In waves of purple and blue." One of those moments in your life when all cares or worries leave you, as the perfume of the lavender covers all. The sun baked earth, the winds and clouds take over and your whole being is swept up in the experience of the now; made so indelibly purple-blue in your mind, that now even we are privileged to take part in your feelings of joy, of the joy of living in this world's wonderful nature, its beauty, its flow, past papal Palaces, under bridges, all symbols of our myths made to shine in your words so beautifully, beacons of enlightenment and understanding. Your admiring Annuccia with love. It reminds me of the nursery rhyme:- "Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green, When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen."

Oh the French, the French, it is so full of je ne sais quoi, sigh! We are seduced by the romantic feelings that arise from that language, what is it that fascinates us so? Perhaps one is concentrating on the words even more than when reading one's own language, or is it that the music that is subtley felt coming with a language foreign to us adds another dimension to the reading? I do not know, or in English 'I know not' has some of this whatever-it-is in it doesn't it! We have romantic spirits we writers of poetry and are easily won over to the rhythms and rhymes of the words sung in another language. You know so many languages so well that maybe you have become blasé about such feelings and dimensions that conjure up what I mean? They have become commonplace perhaps? "Mais souvent ils viennent m’embrasser Dans mes rêves des temps passé" I guess its just the musical sounds that are there in all languages. No? I enjoyed the music of this 'song.' Ton plume de pourpre nous seduire. Your 'henrykt' Annucia

I love fields of lavender, French, this poem, U2, and your conversations. ~Anna "...when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it." ~ Buddha

I love Lavender and the romantic french language, The heady scent lavender. Do not know how to read french. But this poem and a memory at 23 is a memory that should be cherished in a poem as you have done. I am jealous. Lol. XX

Dear L. Your poem is very lovely. Yes.. nothing is more beautiful than the vibrant blue and purple coloured fields of lavande that are to be seen in Provence. I loved both versions of your poem. love. o molly

Lavender it lies a mist of sights within the blue strokes of lavender that spring has concealed and in the eyes of the anemone a wonder meets that rests there hidden like a whiteness of stretched fields a question that cannot be answered but lives in the spirit of the earth to awaken to times that will come into dreams about strokes of lavender

First off I am so sorry I missed this one the first time round its just wonderful... congratulations on evolution love and hugs Jayne x x x

Hello Longo I have to say that lavendar is my favorite scent, always has been and I can smell it in your poem. very nice piece of work I shall say.. Magic02

Nice to see you here, this is so lovely & sweet & light, a darling dance in memory & reflection, I enjoyed it, thank you. Lavender waves Purple and blue Swaying lazily In the wind of a Summer’s day. I walked alone on that country road The one that led to Avignon. The fire of the Mistral Broke the morning chill As it swept over the lavender hill From across the African sea. Alone I walked Just fields of lavender and me. These lines were so rich in imagery & lovely & subtle Cheers Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama