''it would be on the banks of the seine. i see
our chalet, veiled by a clump of wood.
a hammock in the garden, a boat on the river.
no other companion than a newfoundland dog
that she would like and of which i would be very jealous.
earthenware with flowers would hang from nails;
then lots of straw hats and umbrellas.
under their chinese papers the walls would be so fragile
that same, working through the partition
i'll always hear him roam the house
and drag her slipper down the narrow stairs.
the mirrors in my bedroom would have smelled his breath
and often reflected his face, charmed.
she would have touched everything with her loving fingers.
and these noises, these reflections, these perfumes, coming from her,
would not allow me to be an hour unfaithful.
finally, when, pursuing a capricious verse,
i'll be there, pensive and with my hand over my eyes,
she would come, knowing yet that it is a crime,
to read my poem and whisper my rhyme,
behind me, silently, on tiptoe.
i, who don't want to see my secrets spied on,
i would turn around with a fierce air;
but his gentle kiss would shut my mouth.
- and in the nearby woods, flooded with rays,
preceded by the big dog, we would walk,
me, dressed in ticking, she, in a white toilet,
and i'd wrap her waist, and under her sleeve
my hand would caress the roundness of his arm.
we would make bouquets, and when we were tired
we would join, always followed by the yelping dog,
the table set, with roses on the tablecloth,
near the grove riddled with the setting sun;
and, while blowing kisses while eating,
while interrupting himself to say to himself: i love you!
we would season strawberries with cream,
and we would chat like dazed people
until night falls...
- o paradise!''
not: bence çeviren kişi zamirleri karıştırmış ama şiir genel olarak çok güzel.
kaynak: poetry foundation, the poet's dream (la reve du poete)
hoş: tümü
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