There is a big orchestra and a chorus.
We hear a gentle tap on the side drum
then castanets and the sound of a fife.
Ensuite the piccolo comes in.
The strings sweep on to make a swelling tide,
blazed with a splendid trumpet.
Voila! The organ bellows out and drowns it all.
Boom! The cannon is fired.
Dust falls from the ceiling
and the chorus begin a paean of praise to Aphrodite.
The side drum and castanets are heard again,
fading gradually into silence
broken by a slight snore and
the sound of skylarks singing.
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem with wonderful rhyme and positive note. Thanks for sharing.10 points.