Chapter 1 - A Winter Poem

A Winter Poem…


Take a moment to imagine yourself strolling around the frozen countryside like an Alfred Sisley painting, watching the sunrise.


What does winter mean for you? I always like the winter season. Is the moment where I take time to slow down, read, drink warm tea and admire the beautiful frozen nature. I have been dreaming of a capsule that has both sides of it, warm and cold.

The Capsule

Since this week our winter selection is available in the shop. We love these classic jumpers, skirts, cardigans, dresses and coat that are timeless, comfortable and effortlessly flattering. See the poetry that each treasure will confess.

 

My favorite Winter poem from Alfred de Musset. 

Que j’aime le premier frisson d’hiver…

Que j’aime le premier frisson d’hiver ! le chaume,
Sous le pied du chasseur, refusant de ployer !
Quand vient la pie aux champs que le foin vert embaume,
Au fond du vieux château s’éveille le foyer ;

C’est le temps de la ville. – Oh ! lorsque l’an dernier,
J’y revins, que je vis ce bon Louvre et son dôme,
Paris et sa fumée, et tout ce beau royaume
(J’entends encore au vent les postillons crier),

Que j’aimais ce temps gris, ces passants, et la Seine
Sous ses mille falots assise en souveraine !
J’allais revoir l’hiver. – Et toi, ma vie, et toi !

Oh ! dans tes longs regards j’allais tremper mon âme
Je saluais tes murs. – Car, qui m’eût dit, madame,
Que votre coeur sitôt avait changé pour moi ?

- Alfred de Musset -

Are you also passionate about poetry? I am a true romantic and love reading poems that I recited at school. This one reminds me of a time, during my childhood, where the meaning of each word was telling us a story. 

 

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