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by Theodore de Banville
translated from the French by Lasha Darkmoon
Young man lost in life’s merry maze,
bright as the southern sun’s gold rays,
don’t ever change your madcap ways.
Here lies true wisdom: love wine, love
beauty and the blue sky above.
The rest is trash. This is enough.
Smile!—smile even when fate’s malign;
and when the poppy shows her shine,
scatter her petals in your wine.
For when the body’s stowed away
in its dark hole, what can one say?
Oh, to have loved one long sweet May!
“Study Causation, look for what’s led
from this to that!” you’ll hear it said.
Words! Words! Gather roses instead!