Diane Hine

(25 July 1956)

Le Triolet et La Rondelet


I think we’ll need a tourniquet
to stem the weeping wounds of Schmaltz.
He’s fading Madame Rondelet;
I think we’ll need a tourniquet.
Vers Libre scribbles epithets
extolling improvised assaults!
I think we’ll need a tourniquet
to stem the weeping wounds of Schmaltz.


We’ll raise him yet
dear Triolet but first – a waltz!
We’ll raise him yet;
I’ve found a length of winceyette.
We’ll bind the gushes, splint the faults
and bring him round with smelling salts;
we’ll raise him yet!

Submitted: Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 18, 2014
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