a play on Baudelaire's 'Bertha's Eyes'.
I'll give the French on request.
douglas scotney (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)
Poems by douglas scotney : 71 / 236
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.
douglas scotney
Submitted: Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Poems by douglas scotney : 71 / 236
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Turning to poetry I lighted my room. I like the thought. thanks.