Original Title: "L'espoir luit comme un brin de paille dans l'étable"
Text: Paul Verlaine (1873)
Year: 1964
Hope shines like a wisp of straw in the stable
What do you fear of the wasp drunk with its mad flight?
See, the sun always rises in clouds in some hole
Why wouldn't you fall asleep, elbow on the table?
Poor pale soul, at least this frozen water from the well
Drink it. Then sleep afterward. Come on, see, I'm staying,
And I'd would pamper the dreams of your nap
And you will hum like a cradled child
Noon strikes. For goodness' sake, go away madam.
He's asleep. It's surprising how women's footsteps
Resonate to the brain of the poor souls.
Noon strikes. I had (the plants) watered in the bedroom.
Go, sleep! Hope shines like a stone in a cavity.
Ah, when will the roses of September blossom again ?
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