B: Xxxxiii: Why The Aussie Likes The French - Poem by Douglas Scotney
a poet cried:
Turn them into verse.
Sensual and divine combine.
Light up the universe.
The above he turned into the French,
then translated back to English,
the gist of which now follows:
Take what seems meet,
Turn both to poetry.
Sensuality and sky combine.
Light up all the feet! !
The humour of the French comes out
Whenever there's a God about.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
I'll give the French on request.
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