douglas scotney

Gold Star - 5,957 Points (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

B: Xxxxiii: Why The Aussie Likes The French - Poem by douglas scotney

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.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

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

Comments about B: Xxxxiii: Why The Aussie Likes The French by douglas scotney

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (2/20/2013 8:16:00 PM)

    Turning to poetry I lighted my room. I like the thought. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 20, 2013



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