douglas scotney

(boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

B: XXXXIII: Why The Aussie Likes the French


Waxing high
a poet cried:

Mysterious child
Take delights,
Turn them into verse.
Sensual and divine combine.
Light up the universe.

The above he turned into the French,
then translated back to English,
the gist of which now follows:

Strange child
Take what seems meet,
Turn both to poetry.
Sensuality and sky combine.
Light up all the feet! !

The humour of the French comes out
Whenever there's a God about.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 20, 2013

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a play on Baudelaire's 'Bertha's Eyes'.
I'll give the French on request.

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