Emile Roumer: The Peasant Declares His Love

 The Peasant Declares His Love

HIGH-YELLOW of my heart, with breasts like tangerines,
you taste better to me than an eggplant stuffed with crab,
you are the tripe in my pepper-pot,
the dumpling of my peas, my tea of aromatic herbs.
You are the corned beef whose customhouse is my heart,
my mush with syrup that trickles down the throat.
You are a steaming dish, mushroom cooked with rice,
crisp potatoe fries, and little fish fried brown…
My hankering for love follows you wherever you go.
Your bum is a gorgeous basket brimming with fruits and
                                                                                          meat.

Translated by Edna Worthley Underwood

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