Safely ensconced in the office, working on
map-making in an African country, already
bored, marching through the day; listening to
‘Les Contes d'Hoffmann’ recorded by Nici, not
sure I can concentrate with all this happening
in my ears; clic-clac, cric-crac the tenor shouts
flic-flac everyone joins him, can I translate with
cric-crac and flic-flac filling my head?
Edita Gruberova singing ‘Les Oiseaux Dans La
Charmille’ (Doll's Song) , I’ve lost it completely
cannot translate with heavenly music delighting
my heart, triangles and bells, violins and flutes,
a harp, a beautiful voice… Barcarolle brings back
old memories, fairies dancing in a circle, little
girls of seven years holding hands, weaving in
and out, fairy glitter all around them…
20 July 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem