Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 143 Points (22 September / London)

To A Poor Sub Urbanite Parody Translation After Paul Verlaine A Poor Young Shepherd - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Of a kiss I’m afraid
as of bees in the skies,
suffer sleeping, awake,
neither rest find nor take:
of his kiss I’m afraid!

Yet I love him, well made,
with his beautiful eyes,
and his air debonnaire
white and slender, I'm fair:
curse the Past's barricade!

How I muse, how I ache!
Could I dare by-and-by
good my promise to make?
What a dreadful mistake
would be promise I'd break!

Should we swear, man and maid,
lasting joys Life supplies?
Act as lover 'spite stare
seems so difficult where
thought is fraught when court’s paid.

Of a kiss I’m afraid
as of bees in the skies,
suffer sleeping, awake,
neither rest find nor take:
of fond kiss I’m afraid!


Poet's Notes about The Poem

(31 October 2008)

Comments about To A Poor Sub Urbanite Parody Translation After Paul Verlaine A Poor Young Shepherd by Jonathan ROBIN

  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (11/19/2013 7:58:00 AM)

    good write, thanks. I like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 19, 2013


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