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.
Unchained, the hunter’s urge to roam
filters through chained chromosome.
Survival’s path, the fittest way,
is handed down by D.N.A.
Thus genius, in every gene,
regenerates through Nature’s screen, -