AVRIL (extrait) from APRIL
Remi Belleau tr. Stan Solomons
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Avril, la grace, et le ris
De Cypris,
Le flair et la douce haleine:
Avril, le parfum des Dieux,
Qui des cieux
Sentent l'odeur de la plaine.

C'est toy, courtois et gentil,
Qui d'exil
Retires ces passagères,
Ces arondelles qui vont,
Et qui sont
Du printemps les messagères.

L'aubespine et l'aiglantain,
Et le thym,
L'oeillet, le lis et les roses
En ceste belle saison,
A foison,
Monstrent leurs robes ecloses.
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April, the grace and smile
That all beguile,
The tang and the sweet breath:
Perfume of Gods on high,
Who from the sky
Relish the scent of earth.

April, courteous and gentil
Who from exile
Summons the wanderers,
The forked swifts that skim
Their way and seem
Of Spring the messengers.

May-flower and eglantine,
And verdant thyme,
Lilies and roses red
At this so beauteous tide,
Growing in pride
With lovely raiment spread.
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Trans. Copyright © Stan Solomons 2006





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