Rapiecez-moi au Lac Bonney,
Rapiecez-moi a la glace:
Ou les glaciers versent
Et suspendent a votre porte
Et le monde ne vous regarde pas deux fois.
Et rapiecez-moi a McMurdo,
A Evans et Royds et Bird,
Ou Shackleton et Scott
Par ma foi, accomplirent beaucoup,
En admirant les icebergs tabulaires.
Mais alors rapiecez-moi encore au Lac Bonney, 'Bill Manhire. Selected Poems.
Rapiecez-moi quel que soit le prix:
La glace sur le lac
Ne se depeche pas ni attend,
Et elle pourrait etre le Paradis.
' Deep Field Song'.Bill Manhire b.1946.
'Bill Manhire. Selected Poems', p.269.
Deep Field Song.
Patch me out to Lake Bonney,
Patch me out to the ice:
Where the glaciers pour
And suspend at your door
And the world doesn't look at you twice.
And patch me out to McMurdo,
To Evans and Royds and Bird,
Where Shackleton and Scott,
By Jove, did a lot,
While admiring the tabular bergs.
But then patch me right back to Lake Bonney,
Patch me whatever the price:
The ice on the lake
Doesn't hurry or wait,
And it might be Paradise.
- Bill Manhire.January,1998.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem