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I hear a whistling Through the water. Little Emmett Won't be still. He keeps floating Round the darkness, Edging through The silent chill. Tell me, please, That bedtime story Of the fairy River Boy Who swims forever, Deep in treasures, Necklaced in A coral toy.
* In 1955, Till, a fourteen-year-old from Chicago, for allegedly whistling at a white woman in Mississippi, was murdered by white men who tied a gin mill fan around his neck and threw his body into the Tallahatchie River.
Ce sifflet, là-bas, Qui vient de la rivière, C'est Emmett, le petit gars Qu'on a cru tuer hier. Dans les eaux noires Où flotte sa mémoire, Dans le silence glacé, Voyez-le danser. Oh ! contez-moi Comme aux enfants sages La légende du petit gars De la rivière qui nage Au milieu des trésors Longtemps après sa mort Et qui porte au cou Le corail d'une roue. Translation by Jean Migrenne
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