By the light of the moon,
I walked.
By the light of the moon,
I searched for
A poem.
And I found what
I was looking for.
I was inspired by the beautiful moon.
Here is the poem:
I wait by the light of the moon.
I do not know for what or whom I wait.
But I wait on the top of a dune.
And while I wait, I eat bonbons.
The wind murmurs in my ear,
"He is coming with a fish."
And it's true, for, truly,
He carries a grilled
Salmon. "My favorite!" I cry.
"You are handsome, you are intelligent, a moment.
I need to look at the speech
I prepared." "A moment," he tells me.
"Tell me, what day
Is it to-day?"
Oh moon, false, false moon,
You have not inspired me at all.
This is a stupid poem, my horse is brown,
And you told me it would be white.
You are a stupid liar.
--by Rosamunde
This poem was thrown away in disgust. It was found by Pierre L'Amour [literally, "stone the love." Obviously I was not thinking of that at the moment].
A Sensible Poem
Dear Rosamunde,
I found your poem. Please give me
Another chance. Pardon me, please.
I don't want this to be good-bye.
I will explain my behavior last night.
I carried a grilled salmon for my mother
Who is very ill with a cold.
You thought I was stupid, but you struck my heart.
The first thing I thought of
Was, "What day is it to-
Day?" I say now what
I did not last night. No words
Can describe your beauty, your charm, or
Your intelligence. I will prepare another fish
For you. Or, if you prefer, a bouillabaise.
I am a good chef. Champagne will be our drink
When you visit my house.
I enclose a rose, an apology
A kiss, and my love.
Affectionately,
Pierre L'Amour
written February '97
translated April '01
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