The Tale of the Unknown Island
And the sailors, she asked, No one came, as you can see, But did some at least say they would come, she asked, They said there are no more unknown islands and that, even if there were, they weren’t prepared to leave the comfort of their homes and the good life on...
La Bonne Chanson
The morning sun serenely warms and gilds The rye and corn still damp in dewy fields, The sky has kept the freshness of the night. One wanders out just for the sake of it, Beside the river with dim yellow weeds, Along a grass path edged by alder-trees. The air is...