BLACK CAT POEMS
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After Many Years
translated by Jethro Bithell
IVY has covered all the wall. How many hours, how many tears, since once we loved? How many days?
now; ivy has torn the vine. Where is thy soul?... Climbing o'er the swallows nests, the ivy has stifled all the manor.
O wind! The roses of old time have filled the well.--Is it there that thou hast hidden, my dead wife?
None answers. Who should answer??... Were it not better listen to the wind singing in the grasses: "My sweet
Level with the roof the ancient sun, the crimson sun, is through the middle cut so sadly.
Shall I call the gardener? The gardener? It would be better call to
to mow the grass.
So many memories and so much love, and the sun level with the earth.
poems by Paul Fort