FRANCE
Like taste of vine
Like Provence breeze
The land unseen is mine!
Consists the whole of me!
I am alone in hostile world
Entangled always in strange matters
I need thee -for you are my sword!
That can defeat my enemies!
I miss you and your sense of humour
I need you and your ease of mind
I've searched you in the world of rumour
Happy for of all that I could find!
I don't have heart - it lies somewhere
Deep hidden in the stanzas of Villon
Drinking your dreamlike atmosphere
Or glancing at unreal towns like Chartres or Dijon
I need your childlisch spontaneity
The warmth of verses of Verlaine
The accuracy of promiscuity
The depth of Proust and open air
of queer, aristoctaic womanhood
of Freedom, equality and brotherhood
of sunny and cruel daily routine
pleasantly sunken in coffee with cream
I miss you again and again.....
My everlasting will
I miss you more and more.....
The more you are unseen!
The German world i've always wore
I hate and I reject it whole ! |
