To the memory of Laura Lopez
One recalls the Goyaves chapel
Where two thousand Antillean Sundays sleep
The harmonious widowhood of the port,
And the music, quaint antiquities of leaded glass…
– Colony from which the adventurer returned poor!
Half-nude children played, and their cries
Deafened, familiar as mauve bougainvillea,
From the verandah and terrace to the heavy gray walls…
– And the picnics on Sunday at the Gros-Morne?
– They once lived, the good old novels the Young Creole
Adorned, heavy, with light morals…
Those children have left and their parents are dead –
And now in the little moribund colony,
Nothing remains but a few bureaucrats…
(Henry Jean-Marie Levet)
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