Poem

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Well, I had a night of vivid dreaming, followed by a poem popping into my head almost entirely by itself. Dreaming and creativity do seem to be linked. Unfortunately I couldn't write it down straight away because I had to wait til I was on the train, forgetting part of it... I pity painters. The space of time between inspiration and conclusion must be so great.

This is my first bilingual poem... I've had lots of fun analysing it after writing it.

L'anglais / The Frenchmen

Votre orgueil sera votre mort.
Laissez la voie de la tort;
Venez avec nous, apprenez à vivre,
On étouffe ici parmi vos livres.

What can I say? I am an Englishman.
And indeed, what can I do?
My home is here, I cannot leave;
I will not go with you.

Votre orgueil sera votre mort.
Let me show you to the door.

Votre orgueil sera votre mort.
Goodbye. Farewell for evermore.

Son orgueil anglais sera son mort.