ENGLISH :
There Are Days
There are days
when, full of sadness,
You rise in the
morning,
Open the window and
catch
In your languid
hands
The stony silence
of the day.
Yet,
Your heart, torn by
the fury of the years,
Is eager for
warmth, passionate words,
For a vast number
of small things
Which are the
intangible treasure,
The meaning and the
proper fulfilment of life.
Why does
The air, so noisome
at certain hours,
Dancing so joyfully
in the soul of the white anemones,
Remain silent?
Where are they, the
harmonics of clear thoughts,
The delicate
counterpoints of friendship
Which link the
tireless movements of the world?
What became of the
sweet memory
Of a limpid ruby
red dress
With cerise
reflections,
Revealing through
its grace the innermost serenity
Of words and poems?
I draw the
curtains,
Go back to my table
overrun with books,
Open ‘Bushido, The
Soul Of Japan’,
And plunge into the
splendours
Of reverie!
Translated from the
French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges
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