There, to the most beautiful places
Of my childhood,
Take me.
In a forest infected with mange,
Beneath the skeletons of pines,
Let’s kiss.
In the meadows broken up by bulldozers
And thronging with thistles,
Let’s frolic.
In the hayloft with vertebra broken
And the sky’s patches, in the nettles,
Let’s make Love.
Translated by Louis Bourn