Démons et merveilles Vents et marées Au loin déjà la mer s'est retirée Et toi Comme une algue doucement caressée par le vent Dans les sables du lit tu remues en rêvant Démons et merveilles Vents et marées Au loin déjà la mer s'est retirée Mais dans tes yeux entrouverts Deux petites vagues sont restées Démons et merveilles Vents et marées Deux petites vagues pour me noyer.

Demons and wonders Winds and tides The sea has gone far out now And you Like seaweed gently caressed by the wind In the sands of our bed you stir dreaming Demons and wonders Winds and tides The sea has gone far out now But in your half-open eyes Linger two little waves Demons and wonders Winds and tides Two little waves I can drown in.

THROUGH ANY POINT ON A PLANE Through any point on a plane You can pass only one line perpendicular to the plane. So they say… But through all the points on my plane You can pass all the people and animals on earth So your perpendicular makes me laugh. And not just people and animals But plenty besides Pebbles Flowers Clouds My father and mother A sailing-boat A stovepipe And if I choose Four hundred million perpendiculars. MOEBIUS RING This round-returning road I run Won’t be the same when I’m half-done. No use my going straight ahead, It takes me somewhere else instead. I go right round but the heavens change. I was a youngster yesterday I’m a man today The world is strange. A rose that grows in rosy rows Is not like any other rose. THE ANGLE SUBTENDED… The angle subtended… One moment, what angle? I don’t want to know If it isn’t the angle The one where I’m grounded To count to one hundred Before shouting GO! You strangle me, angle, Engulfed and surrounded. La Belle Angleterre Not Angles but angels Fair England of legend. My eyes are shut tight, My night has descended. The angle subtended… THE PARABOLA Parabola hey! my nanna Parabola bored in its cage Rather be on the branch Branch too low Sun too high I watch birds fly To earth, to sky Branch too low Sun too high Funny birds Nest far from earth Branch too low Sun too high

Mon petit lapin N'a plus de chagrin. Depuis le matin, Il fait de grands sauts Au fond du jardin. Mon petit lapin N'a plus de chagrin. Il parle aux oiseaux Et il rit tout haut Dans l'ache et le thym. Mon petit lapin N'a plus de chagrin. Le voisin d'en face A vendu ses chiens, Ses trois chiens de chasse.

My little bunny Her life’s turned sunny. Got up with the sun, Down the garden, she’s run To the herbs, full of fun! My little bunny! Too happy for words, She talks to the birds, Laughs aloud, it’s so funny. My little bunny She leaps and she bounds. It’s our neighbour – such fun! He Sold his three hounds.

Le brouillard a tout mis Dans son sac de coton Le brouillard a tout pris Autour de ma maison Plus de fleur au jardin, Plus d’arbre dans l’allée ; La serre du voisin Semble s’être envolée. Et je ne sais vraiment Où peut s’être posé Le moineau que j’entends Si tristement crier

The fog’s put it all In its satchel of cotton The large and the small Round my house it has taken In the garden no flower In the alley no tree The greenhouse next door Took wing, can that be And don’t ask me where To find the cock sparrow He’s gone and I hear His cry, full of sorrow