This poem is taken from PN Review 139, Volume 27 Number 5, May - June 2001.
Poems (translated by Marilyn Hacker)Truth
A taste of honeyed apples, and of something
Slightly acid escorts the heavy tears
Of wine, and its green-reflected amber
Speaks of long-past autumns. The debate
Between nature and time has been
Reopened this feast-day, when a dinner guest
Remarks: If Voltaire writes fairy-tales
It's because truth, in order to be understood
Must first be believed. On the carpet
In front of the fireplace doze
Two cats we must step over carefully
To bring the sliced warm bread, the terrine
Of woodcock and foie gras
With hand-ground pistachios.
A Pause in the Mountains
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