To M.P. Bons d’Anty
At the Waterloo Hotel, I have had my lunch,
And, my bill paid, I steer myself toward the wharf.
Here is the Indus (of the Maritime Freight)
And the idiotic sorrow of ‘homewards’.
– Some French officers returning from Indochina
To spend a leave of six months in Europe,
Comment on the boarding of young misses, sufficiently divine,
With whom I will certainly never flirt!
On the bridge my future traveling companions
Size me up…
Then we undergo a summary health inspection –
(This year the plague has caused considerable ravages!)
– Finally there is the bell for departure,
And so I bring home, piously wadded,
The flower of my Anglo-Saxon melancholy…
(Henry Jean-Marie Levet)
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