#18 poems #1 bilingual - French poems, English translations. Gorgeous music.
On cherche et recherche un équilibre. Cela n'est pas introuvable.
We look for balance in our relationships and in ourselves.
Love is to be found and found. Its purpose is...
I read a very touching poem about a treasure found at a sale. It stayed in my mind and then this song, The Saleroom, sung by Barbara, came to mind. For a while the jigsaw pieces of another story I heard reformed themselves. Then came this tale, which has some truths in it. I'm sorry, English language readers, but it has more depth linguistically in the French.
Mouse at the Farm Sale
When she was barely fourteen
they set out for the country
one fine spring day
Passing the richly green fields
she saw the spotless lambs
and I promise you she thought she saw them dance.
The sister, the mother, the grandmother together
entered the courtyard like a flock of crows
watching for hidden corners to guard
placing themselves to mask from view
objects of their greed
to stay hidden 'til the end.
Stand here, hold my umbrella.
You stand there and take my coat.
Look Mum, the man can't see... be quiet.
They left with fancy plant pots
and other objects that described themselves,
their dreams, their fantasies, and greed.
A crank, a cup, a fine knife
all emerged in their kitchen that night.
That cost next to nothing. Do you want it?
What did you find, Mouse, with your pennies?
What have you got there? An old book! Oh it's dirty!
A family Bible, with names written in.
Don't touch it! You know
You'll get germs from that, tuberculosis or pneumonia!
And a birth certificate, of a little girl.
Where will she be?
Do you think I should give it back?
She might not have seen it for a long time.
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