Rondels

I

Nothing when you wake up lack

Envisaging withal a moue

If a guffaw shake up blue

Your wing therein say the sack

With indifference on your back

Fearless if a breath let through

Nothing when you wake up lack

Envisaging withal a moue

Every dream taken aback

When confounded by this beaut

On the cheeks makes not one bloom

In eyes diamonds unpaid-back

Nothing when you wake up lack.

II

If you like we’ll be in love

Lips of yours though nothing say

That rose do not interrupt

Stillness more to pour out save

Never songster let quick one

Scintilla’s worth of your dear smiling

If you like we’ll be in love

Lips of yours though nothing say

Mute mute the rounds amongst

Sylph in all imperial shade

Osculation rends with flame

To the very pinions’ nub

If you like we’ll be in love.

Stéphane Mallarmé