The cat opened its eyes
And the sun flooded in.
The cat then closed its eyes
And the sunlight stayed in.
That is why at twilight,
When the cat comes awake,
I can see in the night
Two sunny bits of lake.
[Translated from the French of Maurice Carême (1899-1978)
by Michael Wooff]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Goodness, this is a delight. It is a perfect piece, if I have ever laid eyes on such a thing. The rhymes are excellent too, especially the last verse. I think Maurice would have been quite pleased with this one.