Posted by Admin on 28 March 2008, 12:00 am
What happiness my musings bring
to this soft-tinctured morning’s light:
unpennoned, restless barges swing,
with dawn-extinguished lamps bedight.
The voyaging of youth is done:
its tenor and its highlights vie;
at peace, my weary heart heeds none,
long-surfeited of waves and sky.
And ceasing to be outward bound,
it wisely shuns the oft-met sea;
betrothéd now, with hawser wound
through iron rings, to ancient quay.
Translation from the French poem by Henri de Regnier.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
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