I’m still afraid to wade the noxious fens,
The fens of love, but no one can evade
The pointed peaks, or those abysmal glens,
The baleful cut of love’s demoniac blade.
A foxy lass invited me today
To tutor her at home, Oh heart at stake!
For by her door, I saw, to my dismay,
A figurine: a weasel and a snake.
A tussle I imagined, I, the skunk,
And she th’ophidian, love, a daffy duel
The fangs were hustled deep into my trunk
Oh could this be another amour cruel?
Is this the onset of a new affair?
No, no, I must my fantasies outgo
The path of passion lapses in despair
And I cannot withstand another blow.
Ay me! I cannot bear another bluff
Love knocked me once and once is but enough!
Beirut
April 16th 1987
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem