LA MORT DE TANTE PENELOPE (en anglais)

The Death of My Aunt Penelope


Dear aunt, slowly, one by one,
The leaves are falling
From the richly laden apricot
Outside your door!

Slowly again the blue veil of the shivering wind
Is loosed from the trees, where,
In divine innocence,
Milk-white sap and birds
Still sleep.

The dense cool
Of your last room
Makes the grief of your leaving
More heartbreaking.

My aunt, you lived far from life
And you died far from death!

At least, the peaceful glow of
The tiny night light
Above your head
Comforts me and spares me
The grey labyrinth of despair!

My aunt, the angel of gentleness
Has come to take
Your spotless soul!

O Aunt...
My aunt...

Traduit en anglais par Norton Hodges