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Poems from the
French of
Jules Laforgue
A
lament upon certain vexations
Harlequin
mutterings
Harlequins
(they have principles)
A
lament upon certain vexations
Cosmologies,
they’re not the scene!
And
life’s routine is such a bore...
Never
forget, one thing was sure:
Our
wit was zilch—man, we were mean!
...
(Jules
Laforgue, translated
by Alan Marshfield)
(back)
(For full translation
see the Kindle ebook The Translations of Alan Marshfield)
Harlequin
mutterings
She
split, uncool;
Said
her goodbyes
Because
my eyes
Lacked
principle.
...
(Jules
Laforgue, translated
by Alan Marshfield)
(back)
(For full translation
see the Kindle ebook The Translations of Alan Marshfield)
Harlequins
(they have principles)
She
used to say, airily and deeply unreal,
‘I
love you for what you are!’ Oh my, turn the page!
Like
art, ah yes! Calm, now – oh illusory wage
Of the capitalistic
Ideal!
...
(Jules
Laforgue, translated
by Alan Marshfield)
(back)
(For full translation
see the Kindle ebook The Translations of Alan Marshfield)
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