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Leconte de L’Isle

Leconte de L’Isle.

Poem: ‘Le Rêve du jaguar’

Leconte de L’Isle, translated by John Kinsella, 10 April 2008

Beneath dark mahogany trees, in the stagnant, Humid air, saturated with flies, hang flowering Lianas coiling up from vine stumps, lulling The splendid and quarrelsome parrot, The yellow-backed spider and wild monkeys. Here is where the slayer of oxen and horses, Sinister and weary, returns with measured Steps along the mossy bark of old dead trunks. On he goes, rubbing his muscular arched...

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