TWO POEMS FROM THE FRENCH OF LECONTE DE LISLE
Sunday, May 29th, 2011THE ALBATROSS In the vast span of Capricorn at the pole The wind bellows, roars, whistles, rattles and howls, And leaps across the Atlantic's furious White slime. It dashes and scrapes The wan water that it chases and dissipates into mist; It bites, rips, tears and slices the clouds Into convulsive fragments where sudden flashes bleed; It ...
