Je me rappelle surtout comment
La riviere se courbait comme un sabre etincelant
Hors de la gorge plus loin. Ma mere
Me mena devant le jars sifflant, sur
Le champ a une autre maison
Ou quelqu'un alluma une lampe de kerosene, une meche de coton
Tressee et blanche dans une cheminee
De verre, en repoussant l'obscurite,
Une rose de flamme dans une salle d'une maison pres de l'embouchure de la riviere.
Je la rappelle tout clairement maintenant.
-' The Glass Lamp'.James K. Baxter(1926-1972) .
The narrative is quite appealing. These things are part of a child's learning process. Thanks a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The river curved like a sparkling sword and the poet has mostly remembered this. A flame rose in a room of a house near the mouth of the river and inside the darkness the flame was seen. This poem is very nicely penned and excellently explained. An amazing sharing is done really....10