Raymond Radiguet

photograph by Man Ray

Weeping willow

He loses his feathers loses his tears

Like a heart is empty of tears
The watering can has lost its feathers

Fan in the sun faded
Lottery of months of years
In the alley the sand is rolling up
Where my sorrow will make the wheel

Garden do you have to go
And the summer of this fan
Seconded by my little finger
That tickles a rosebud
Cheeky without however daring
To hurry its hatching

After having fun
The rose returns to its cocoon
The rose puts on her shirt
And everything has to be started again

And the tools in the shed
Garden set lament
The watering can would like on the lover
Shed tears but the spade
Has not found this mischievous
That hides under the dry grass