La lune blanche, by Paul Verlaine
~ Translation from the French by Grant A. Lewis
The white moon shines in the woods.
From each branch springs a voice
beneath the arbor.
Oh my beloved ...
Like a deep mirror, the pond reflects
the silhouette of the black willow
where the wind weeps.
Let us dream! It is the hour ...
A vast and tender calm seems to descend
from a sky made iridescent by the moon.
It is the exquisite hour!
The Pond - Moonlight
:: swoon ::ReplyDelete