Monday, April 2, 2007

After Paul Eluard


To test with these eyes — O! a sea-
change comes o’er the moon, and
jet-sweet tore a tour & aplomb and
a plum. One of those, mysterious
and dim as tinder, or been dawn’s
taste, her extra-leered vista. Ah —
Been dancing to the heart of an air.




[A homophonic translation, with variation, of the third poem from the "Les Petits justes" section of Paul Eluard's La Capitale de la douleur.]

1 comment:

steve roberts said...

you're such a homophone.