Very Far From France
Here is the place-the hut, the shrine,
Where this well-favoured girl reclines,
Tranquil, prepared for any guests.
Using a hand to fan her breasts,
Propped on a cushioned elbow, she
Can listen to the fountains cry:
This is the room of Dorothy.'
- The breeze and water far away
Carol their sobbing song all day
To bring this child a lullaby.
And carefully, from top to toe
Her skin is polished to a glow
With scented oils and perfume.
- The flowers in the comer swoon.
Přeložil James McGowan
