Monday Poetry Train - Vendre son âme
Mais il est inutile
It's no use
De se perdre
To lost your soul
Ou de vendre son âme
Or to sell it
pour avoir droit
TO have the right
Au goût des lèvres
To taste the lips
De la personne
Of the person
Que tu aimes
You love
Parce qu'au fond
Because after all
Ce n'est pas toi
It would not be you
Qu'elle aimera
That he/she will love
Mais la personne
But the person
Que le diable
That the devil
lui présentera
Will present him/her
It's no use
De se perdre
To lost your soul
Ou de vendre son âme
Or to sell it
pour avoir droit
TO have the right
Au goût des lèvres
To taste the lips
De la personne
Of the person
Que tu aimes
You love
Parce qu'au fond
Because after all
Ce n'est pas toi
It would not be you
Qu'elle aimera
That he/she will love
Mais la personne
But the person
Que le diable
That the devil
lui présentera
Will present him/her
Libellés : Monday Poetry Train, poem, poème
posted by Jill @ 6:39 p.m.
3 Comments:
At 12:27 p.m.,
Julia Phillips Smith said…
What a great poem. I like the lines:
pour avoir droit
TO have the right
Au goût des lèvres
To taste the lips
De la personne
Of the person
Que tu aimes
You love
So many times people want someone to return feelings that may or may not be there. And I love how you've ended it - with the poem's narrator recognizing that she might be a weapon of temptation.
Now what were you saying about someone seeing me in Halifax?
At 1:17 p.m.,
Anonyme said…
I too like the way it ends!
from the palms of my hand, you stand tall
At 12:56 a.m.,
Anonyme said…
my husband loves the devil in me!@!
funpoem!
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