Children already grown

Kisses already forgotten

Plants already flowered

Flowers already burgeoned

Forests depleted

Streams degenerated

Hear the desperate cries

Feelings already aged

Hearts already bruised

Souls already alienated

And lovers already gone

We have nothing left

The singing birds

The meowing cats

Always on our shoulders

And the naughty dogs

Barking sporadically

How presumptuous! How impertinent

The past won't come back

And time leaves us memories

Hidden and huddled under black ice

We talk about tomorrow, about the future

Ah! Good. That's all we can utter

Immediately

We can flee to the hills of Zaire

Like the elephants.

 

P.S. Translation of ‘Et Des Amours Déjà Partis’ by Hébert Logerie.

 

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Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.And Lovers Already Gone