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For Chris
For Chris
The isinglass
that holds the eggs
for ever in a jar,
preserves in porcelain
translucence the
albumen.
That is no yolk.
Translations into vinegar
produce no more than pickle.
My sadly screwed up assonance
and metre rendered scantily
would make a tasteless omelette
as far as I can see.
Mais en francais
...Monday 4th April 2011 10:40 pm
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