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He dug what she said:
bright jellies, smooth marmalade
spread on warm brown bread.

"Jazz" from drowsy lips
orchids lift to honeybees
floating on long sips.

"Jazz": quick fingerpops
pancake on a griddle-top
of memories.     Stop.

"Jazz": mysterious
as nutmeg, missing fingers,
gold,    Less serious.

"Jazz": cool bannister.
Don't need no stair.      Ways to climb
when the sax is there.

"Moi je chante le jazz," fit-elle

Mots de pain béni :
noire tartine et gelée
de fruits étalée.

'Le jazz' se cueille sur
lèvre : orchidée langoureuse,
abeille amoureuse.

'Le jazz' : claque des doigts,
crashe tes souvenirs et retourne
à la case départ.

'Le jazz' : mystère comme
la main sans doigts, la muscade,
l'or      ou boule de gomme ?

Quand le jazz est là
le saxo      t'envoie en l'air
sans en avoir l'air.


Translation by Jean Migrenne

Added: 9 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 4 Jul 2009 10:26 PM | Viewed: 5537 times

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