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Des Belle Yeux – Abeille etats

August 31, 2011
23:30 PM

Ail, houile a raisin, Gounod, une cote d’ou ils naissent, fuient,

Un, deux, semelles, (quoi bon?) bille d’aire, oeuf, Calais andouillettes elles m’aident.

N’ayant billes en rose, oui, l’ail, oeuf d’aire, endive forcé, on est baie,

Un Delibes á l’aulne, un debile, l’Aude qui est laide.

Thanks to Peter for this tremendous addition to my oeuvre.

Comments

  1. betty

    on September 2, 2011

    I’m stumped. Give us a clue!

  2. Martin

    on September 2, 2011

    One small clue.” Calais andouilettes elles m’aident.” might read as “clay and wattles made”
    Geddit?

  3. isabel healy

    on September 3, 2011

    Google Translate doesn’t help:
    “Garlic, Houil a grape, Gounod, a rating of their sources, leaking,
    One, two, shoes, (why bother?) Ball area, egg, Calais andouillettes they help me.
    Having balls in pink, yes, garlic, egg area, endive forced, one is bay
    A deliberated alder, a moron, Aude is ugly.”

  4. martine

    on September 3, 2011

    “I will rise now and go to Inisfree…”
    Do I win a little Kir?

  5. martine

    on September 3, 2011

    Sorry, I just check the original and it is :
    I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree…

  6. martin

    on September 3, 2011

    Bravo Martine, the Kir is reserved, Voila Betty ! And thanks to Isabel for total obfustication. The poem, as I said is Peters , the poets name at the title is my own version of W B Yates

  7. betty

    on September 4, 2011

    Bravo Peter and Martin – a masterpiece. To think I didn’t recognise it after the nuns bet it into me all those years ago. I will arise and go now and see if my brain is still functioning.

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