T (no first name) Wignesan
T (no first name) Wignesan Poems
Paris, Translation Of Paul Verlaine's Poem: Paris
(For those who may be interested, this poem by Paul Verlaine presents more difficulties than his other rhymed quatrains I have read, but then this may only be a personal feeling. T. Wignesan)
Paris cannot lay claim to beauty but through its history,
But this history is by beauty all through possessed!
The river Seine lies so absurdly sheltered,
Yet its bright green hue all on its own deserves glory.
Paris cannot be thought gay but by virtue of its chatter
Yet this loquaciousness, a teeming vulgar vice,
Springs from a throng of tongues in its voice, ...
I am the prize catch
I live in an artificial lake
fed by a nappe phréatique
I was put there to keep
lesser fish: carp
from taking up too much space
I live to be caught
and caught again
and be let loose as rain