This is great, very nice combo. :)
>More! More!
I'm not sure this counts, as it's not really a translation, and I wrote
it a few years ago, on a writing course. But here it is anyway. Some
bits of another poem seem to have got mixed up with it.
William's First Draft
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I didn't realise before, but
the white house, the chickens in the garden,
even the soft Welsh rain -
they all contribute.
But I wish it weren't so cold.
The wind rattles through the windows.
Haven't they heard of double glazing here?
My face was red this morning. It was so embarrassing
when I remembered being brought back from the pub
last night in a wheelbarrow:
so much depends on making a good impression.
Everyone's poems are much
shorter than mine:
it's very worrying.
And I have stolen someone's sausages from the refrigerator:
they were probably saving them for breakfast.
They'll never forgive me.
The sausages were nice, though,
sweet and spicy.
Succulent.
--
Peter
http://www.hphoward.demon.co.uk/poetry/
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