Treasure Island

douglas scotney

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

Les Conforts du Temps Perdu (w. translation)


Tous les deux,
L'homme present
Et l'homme avant dans l'avenir,
Aiment le temps perdu.

L'un,
Il dit merci,
A la Moyen Age.
L'autre,
A l'Age de l'Industrie.

Tous les deux, ils ont amour,
Pour les conforts du temps perdu.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 27, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The Comforts of the Past
Contemporary man
And future,
Both love the past.

The one says
thanks to the Middle Ages,
The other
thanks Industrial days.

The love that both of them share
Is for the comforts of the past.

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