Poem
Jacques Roubaud
SACRÉ-COEUR!
Sacré-Coeur!I can see you
O Baby’s Bottle
With your big cross-shaped teat
Sacré-Coeur!
you’re seven baby’s bottles!
I can see you all clearly from the bottom of the slope
on square Saint-Pierre
three small bottles
three middle-sized bottles
and one big one
In the evening
the glory of the sky splits open
so that the angels can come and suck
three small bottles
three middle-sized bottles
But you
big bottle
you’re for Baby Jesus
ah!
let’s hope he doesn’t hurt his lips
on your cross-shaped teat
© Translation: 2002, Ian Monk
SACRÉ-COEUR!
SACRÉ-COEUR!
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SACRÉ-COEUR!
Sacré-Coeur!I can see you
O Baby’s Bottle
With your big cross-shaped teat
Sacré-Coeur!
you’re seven baby’s bottles!
I can see you all clearly from the bottom of the slope
on square Saint-Pierre
three small bottles
three middle-sized bottles
and one big one
In the evening
the glory of the sky splits open
so that the angels can come and suck
three small bottles
three middle-sized bottles
But you
big bottle
you’re for Baby Jesus
ah!
let’s hope he doesn’t hurt his lips
on your cross-shaped teat
© 2002, Ian Monk
SACRÉ-COEUR!
Sacré-Coeur!I can see you
O Baby’s Bottle
With your big cross-shaped teat
Sacré-Coeur!
you’re seven baby’s bottles!
I can see you all clearly from the bottom of the slope
on square Saint-Pierre
three small bottles
three middle-sized bottles
and one big one
In the evening
the glory of the sky splits open
so that the angels can come and suck
three small bottles
three middle-sized bottles
But you
big bottle
you’re for Baby Jesus
ah!
let’s hope he doesn’t hurt his lips
on your cross-shaped teat
© 2002, Ian Monk
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