Null VIVIEN Renée (Pauline Tarn, known as) [London, 1877 - Paris, 1909], English…
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VIVIEN Renée (Pauline Tarn, known as) [London, 1877 - Paris, 1909], English woman of letters of French expression. Autograph poem. "For the little faun". "I will hide my flute. I listen to myself with burning shivers, I the small faun with the fierce glance. The soul of the forests lives between my teeth And the God of rhythm lives in my mouth. In this wood, far from the prowling aegipans my heart is sweeter than an open rose, the rays, full of happy smells, dance to the fresh sound of my green flute. [] For I have the modesty of my sacred art, And to honor the haughty muse I will seek the shade and hide My vibrating brushes in the hollow of an oak tree." [] "I will keep silent my pious and loyal song to the lovers of the evening, to the seekers of P, only the evening wind will learn my evil, and the others alone will learn my joy."

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VIVIEN Renée (Pauline Tarn, known as) [London, 1877 - Paris, 1909], English woman of letters of French expression. Autograph poem. "For the little faun". "I will hide my flute. I listen to myself with burning shivers, I the small faun with the fierce glance. The soul of the forests lives between my teeth And the God of rhythm lives in my mouth. In this wood, far from the prowling aegipans my heart is sweeter than an open rose, the rays, full of happy smells, dance to the fresh sound of my green flute. [] For I have the modesty of my sacred art, And to honor the haughty muse I will seek the shade and hide My vibrating brushes in the hollow of an oak tree." [] "I will keep silent my pious and loyal song to the lovers of the evening, to the seekers of P, only the evening wind will learn my evil, and the others alone will learn my joy."

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