Poeme Ecrit Dans L’Air
Mois je fais un vol de nuit,
pas comme Saint-Exupery,
l’horloge sonne et je m’enfuis
vers le nord tous gris.
—
Time had come for me to fly.
Saint-Exupery or die.
Alarm goes off and so do I.
Northward, grey the heavy sky.
This ain't something else
Mois je fais un vol de nuit,
pas comme Saint-Exupery,
l’horloge sonne et je m’enfuis
vers le nord tous gris.
—
Time had come for me to fly.
Saint-Exupery or die.
Alarm goes off and so do I.
Northward, grey the heavy sky.
February 25th, 2008 at 1:51 pm
A poem written from your undersea lair. Now that is (this is) cool!
February 25th, 2008 at 7:18 pm
Will you marry me?
Oh wait. Still, it was worth a shot. French poetry for fuck’s sake.
February 25th, 2008 at 11:57 pm
Funny you should ask. I wrote the French bit on the plane home. Antoine de Saint Exupery wrote a short story called Vol De Nuit, or Night Flight, and it all came from that.
It was only once I typed it in here that I thought about translating it, and discovered the last line in English which is the best of the bunch.
The more I know about writing, the less I understand the process.