By the light of the peonies
a voice sounds up from the marble floor:
And on the wall is that
Yes, thatís B, my friend, my dearest
And the porch stairs where I just
There the author's ticker skipped it, yes
And a small glass of sherry with lunch
Thatís what Iím used to, but sit
yourself down, letís just see if
youíre made of the right stuff.
And you can scarcely know how grateful
You can scarcely know how untranslatable
your words are for me. But
I will do my best to teach
you mine. No, no more questions now.
Hereís the assignment:
Digest the deposit of thirty years of
this translating urge óDone already?
Then you may begin. Iíll top
you up, sorcererís apprentice, and then
Iíll read back your latest version.