I am certain (n.d)
I am certain. Yesterday as the night was falling,
in the shade of the sonorous, wooded hills,
I heard, already, that particular song
the mocking bird sings when the spring arrives.
It is a song that seems swollen with gurgling sap
like water gulped from earthen pitchers.
This morning, the sparrows have their spring voices,
the same ones they had when I was a child.
Like the indecisive season, I hesitate…
I am not sure whether it is spring or winter.
That depends on you, but we must act quickly:
the clovey wallflower loves the sea wind.
~ by the French Poet Francis Jammes d. 1938 ; publication 2010, Canan, J (trans), Littlefox Press, Fitzroy Australia, p. 118).
Despite a great deal of ‘goddiness’ Jammes writes so beautifully about the joy of rural life and a life lived among animals. For more information on the poet see his wiki-page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_Jammes