Jonathan ROBIN Poems
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.
Dawn breaks, to darkness dark returns. The night,
enfolded in some secret veil's decay,
remains as silent witness. Shadows play.
In turn sun burns, mistaken pride takes flight,
implying that Earth's endless black and white
sentient hide and seek of night and day
serves hidden purpose. Orbit interplay,
terran/lunar uniqueness, may highlight
high Judge's absent omnipresence, might