Friday, September 17, 2010

It is salutary to train oneself to be no more affected by censure than by praise.



Bonjour à mon doux ange peu.

Vous avez ces belles lèvres.

Puis-je doucement embrasser tes lèvres merveilleux?

Non, non. Ne soyez pas timide. Ne pas avoir peur.

4 comments:

Roddy said...

I now know why I didn't learn French at school.
The poem tends to lose a little in the translation. Such is English.

Meri said...

Beautiful photo. And you've really been on a Graham Greene reading jag lately. I just finished Zietoun by Dave Eggers.

Kris said...

Roddy, it is not a poem. It is a list of murmured sweet nothings...

Meri, I'm revisiting him to see if he holds up. Oh yes indeed he holds up!

Roddy said...

Ok then, prose!