Solitude Sur La Montagne

(Solitude Mountain) 

 

Solitude sur la Montagne,

Discovered on sea lines' end  

To the Eden corner

Where Firmament upon,

There’s a lonely wind companion to you

It swirls, it rotates

It swivels fronds shivered from your tall bamboos

And leaves your land crowded

There, I saw it there 

Moving towards the perfect jasmine wreaths 

Visible from that little promontory puny in the Arctic.

 

Oh lovely Solitude,

Oh condescending mountains

Why do you stand away puffing black fog?

So distant, so rude.

It seems you are choiceless in your choices: 

A beautiful maiden dancing in your meadows 

A basket full of treasures, of petals. 

I place a tent on your single peak, 

A brilliant billow hangs above there

And you persist like a child holding thorns and conflagration 

Of love, cries and peace. 

 

Solitude sur la Montagne,

You describe love in chapel, 

Discreet and violent. 

I find you there, where no-one visits

Not my lover, not my sins

Only falcons with Tuscan beaks

Squawking in your humble breaks

Oh minute Solitude,

When did you become a giant mass?

Oh giant Solitude,

Montagne sur la Plage .