Winter 2006-7

Translations - George Wallace

Raymond Queneau


Weather's hot window's open
Children are playing in the courtyard
They fight they shout they pummel they pounce
They surround me
I'm splitting!
Think I'll sit down
on a bench in the public garden
where I can be a bit tranquil
and be rid of these children playing and pouncing
around me, the little angels!
                Tr George Wallace




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