L'ÉTERNEL QUIPROQUOTHE ETERNAL QUIDPROQUO
Jules Laforguetr. Peter Dale
Droite en selle
A passé
Mad'moiselle
Aïssé!

Petit coeur si joli!
Corps banal mais alacre!
Un colis
Dans un fiacre.

Ah! les flancs
Tout brûlants
De fringales
Séminales,

Elle écoute
Par les routes
Si le cor
D'un Mondor

Ne s'exhale
Pas encor!
- Oh! raffale -
Moi le corps

Des salives
Corrosives
Dont mes flancs
Vont bêlant!

- Ô vous Bon qui passez
Donnez-moi des nouvelles
De ma Belle
Mad'moiselle
Aïssé.

Car ses épaules
Sont ma console,
Mon Acropole!
Straight in the seat
She went her way
Along the street,
Miss Aïssé!

Little heart so pretty,
Body banal but dab,
Parcel in a city
Hackney cab.

Ah, thighs burning,
All yearning
With cravings all
Seminal,

Her ears acute
Along the route
If some Mondor
Might not once more

Give the horn vent.
- Oh, drain me out
Till body's spent,
And put to rout

The salivas, those
Corrosive flows
For which my thighs
Bleat out their sighs!

- Good men who pass this way,
Give me all news to tell
Of my swell
Mademoiselle
Aïssé.

For my console is
Her shoulders - this
My Acropolis!

Trans. Copyright © Peter Dale 1986, 2001 - publ. Anvil Press


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