An Apple, Alone

An Apple, Alone

(I am attempting to write this with my limited high school French from 40 years ago – any of you who speak French feel free to correct me.)

Une pomme, seul
dans le verger abandonné
rougissent pour l’hiver            Patrick Blanche

souffle un vent froid à travers champs
gelée plumes des “guili” à nos

One apple, alone
in the abandoned orchard
reddens for winter                  Patrick Blanche (Tr. Michael R. Burch)

cold winds blow across the fields
frost feathers tickle the leaves


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