Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE

Frisson   (English)

Around the sun of your eyes,
my sweet Aliette, turn
the hours and days of toil,
the years of desire, the mauve sea.

 

Your eyes, my lovely Aliette,
where I can see ripen the shadows of great walnut trees,
the umbels of the months, the violets of the air
and mysterious blond ears of corn.

 

At night, my child, your laughter
is a bright river of fireflies
which come to caress my quivering heart!
Gentle as the downy sleep of doves
Are the words of your mouth!

 

Ah, pure as the angels,
my love, is our happiness
under the wet leaves of the plane trees,
where the hand of God, lighter
than the blackbirds song,
intertwines our names on the tender bark.

 

Delicious love, my canary, rises and falls
in the blood of our hands
full of the scents of wallflower and acacia!

 

Let us breathe in, my dear Aliette,
this odour of living greenery,
the wisteria on the face of the moon,
these tears in which mild-mannered time washes and shakes
his lips heavy with fatigue!

 

Translated from the French by Norton Hodges


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