Ode to the Stranger

translation of Ode à l'Inconnu

Stranger, I miss you today
Why? I ask myself, this year is not yet finished.
We have the wisdom, and indeed, the power
to make gently, slowly
a friendship so charming, loving
Melodious like your hands on the strings of your guitar.

 

You exist, for me, like a bird in the night
The eyes cannot see the true colours that water reflects.
O my Forbidden One! Your smile, your wings, your voice
You have painted them on my skin,
has she, my poetry, become your bones?
This dark bird sings that we have the choice.

 

What will fly (or steal)? What will we send to Heaven?
Your face, my face? Or the wind that twirls our hair the same?
The symphony is rising, the creative Tempest
The forests and the mountains, the branches and the roots
Contain it no longer, this mischievious feeling.
My Stranger, my Forbidden One, strum a note and the music will be healing.

Reviews

[Daiyu]

I like it muchly!!! ...no...I don't know what it's about but I like it anyway!!! Oh, you've inspired the muses!!!

[SweetPersephone]

I know what t'is about. And I already told you, it's amazing and extremely beautiful. ^_^ Especially in French.

[Andromeda]

i like it a lot. it reminds me of Shakespeare.

[Poeticpiers]

I like it very much open to many interpretations To me this is my muse in miscievous mood priming me to write