I intended an Ode,
And it turned to a Sonnet.
It began à la mode,
I intended an Ode;
But Rose cross'd the road
In her latest new bonnet; I intended an Ode;
And it turned to a Sonnet.
Roome is a taker, Poets say,
And lawyers are so too, you see
Roome is a taker by my fate,
No learned man can disagree,
And roome shall take, beleeue well me,
At least till something, no where be.
Gone and passed is the gold of day,
And the evening’s brown and blue:
Silenced the shepherd’s tender flute
And the evening’s brown and blue
Gone and passed as is the gold of day.
If you will die for me,
I will die for you
and our graves will be like two lovers washing
their clothes together
in a laundromat
If you will bring the soap
I will bring the bleach.
sur la tombe de J.-J. Rousseau
Voici donc le séjour paisible,
Où des mortels
Le plus tendre et le plus sensible
A des autels !
The sun
is warm today,
O Romulus, and on
Thine older Palentine the birds
Still sing.
Langsomt, strengt og lige den brede Kongevey fremgaaer,
Sparsom paa Skygger og Krat. Hvilken kiedsommelig Tid!"
Stille, min kielne Ven! En Kongevey streng er og lige,
Ey til Skygger og Krat trænger den herlige Helt.
Helligt, i Midnattens Stund, først beskygger den lampede Hvælving,
Naar vi til Murene hist trille hans mødige Been.
Den første Aften, da jeg kyste dig
Rødglødende du gav dit Hjerte mig
Den næste Aften, da du gav mig alt
Hvidglødende du mig om Halsen faldt.
All feathered things yet ever known to men,
From the huge Rucke, unto the little Wren;
From Forrest, Fields, from Rivers and from Pons,
All that have webs, or cloven-footed ones;
To the Grand Arke, together friendly came,
Whose several species were too long to name
I went on a journey in order to acquaint myself with my province, in a two-horse wagon with a lot of fodder and a tin bucket rattling in the back. The bucket was required for the horses to drink from. I traveled through a country of hills and pine groves that gave way to woodlands where swirls of smoke hovered over the roofs of houses, as if they were on fire, for they were chimneyless cabins; I crossed districts of fields and lakes.
