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A little bit of fool in me
Hides behind my inmost tree
And pops into the narrow path
I walk blindfolded by my wrath
Or shrunken by some twist of pain,
Some hope that will not wind again.
He ogles with his antic eyes
and somersaults a you're-not-wise
Until the patches in his pants
Go colorwheeling through my glance
So fast that I cannot recall
That I was mad or sad at all.
A little bit of fool in me
Keeps evergreen my inmost tree.

Le pitre dans la forêt

Un pitre caché dans ma forêt
Derrière l'arbre le plus secret
Bondit souvent sur l'étroit passage
Qu'aveuglé je me fraie dans ma rage
Ou bien replié sur ma douleur,
Sur un espoir brisé qui se meurt.
Roulant des yeux il fait son guignol,
Singe ma folie et cabriole
En habit de clown bariolé
À m'en laisser tout éberlué,
Incapable de me souvenir
Des tourments qui me faisaient courir.
Un pitre caché dans ma forêt
Reverdit l'arbre le plus secret.


Translation by Jean Migrenne

Added: 9 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 21 Mar 2010 3:42 AM | Viewed: 2853 times

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