Temps Perdu Poem by Douglas Scotney
Temps Perdu
As the French call The Channel
La Manche, The Sleeve,
I wonder if they call a sleeve,
a channel -
if a shirt-sleeve is
un chemise-chenal.
Somewhere in my wondering, I say,
s'écoule le temps, time is slipping away.
You have amazingly understood that time is slipping away. Sometimes we wonder in understanding. In Hindi we say, 'samay samaapt ho jaata hai.' In Odia we say. ' Samaya Sesha Hoi jaaye." We should be careful at right time and understand the value of present. This is an interesting sharing of course...10.
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5/2/2024 5:46:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
That is a good play on the word 'manche'. 'Temps perdu' puts me in mind of Proust's great novel.