summer haiku d'été – it rains on you, rose = rose, il pleut sur toi = rosa nel fiume
it rains on you, rose,
alone in the river ...
who tossed you in?
rose, il pleut sur toi
à la dérive dans le fleuve ...
qui t'y a lancé ?
rosa nel fiume
nella pioggia
chi ti ha lanciato?
Richard Vallance
© by/ par Richard Vallance 2020
photo public domain/ domaine public Pixabay
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Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 7
Queen Gertrude:
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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