“Church Bells” by Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918):
O my dark-headed gypsy boy
You hear how the bells go
We made the two-backed beast of love
Thinking no one would knowBut all the bells around the town
Could see our naked fun
And from their perch in steeple-tops
Are telling everyoneTomorrow Cyprian and Mark
Lawrence upon his grill
The girl who runs the pastry shop
And my own cousin JillWill smile whenever I go by
I won’t know where to hide
And you’ll be gone And I shall cry
And wish that I were dead.
(Translated, from the French, by Anthony Hecht. From Poets Translate Poets: A Hudson Review Anthology, edited by Paula Deitz, with an introduction by Mark Jarman. © 2013 by Syracuse University. Reprinted by permission of Syracuse University Press. Photo by Michael Henson)
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