Jonathan ROBIN Poems
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My Familiar Dream - Translations Paul Verlaine – Mon Rêve Familier
I often have some strange and striking dreams
about an unknown girl, of love we share,
each time the same, each time a different air
about her swirls, who understands it seems.
She loves and understands me, from her beams
a crystal pure dismissing strife and care.
She, only, eases heart-ache and despair,
soothing pain with tears’ refreshing streams.
She’s blond, brunette, reflecting russet gleams?
I know not, nor her name and voice though fair
and sounding-soft if feels, far off I swear,
like loved ones Life has banished from its schemes.
Miss Fire 0052
'Fire right! go! " kilted keeper calls:
from flight no feathered pheasant falls.
"Fire left! " scared second keeper bawls:
from fright, unprepared peasant crawls!
(30 July 2009)