Saturday, 15 December 2012

Great Men


On the balcony I observe the gentle demoiselles

baffled by boys, the clean-cheeked swells.

The sentimental girls cannot help having seizures of the breast

toggled by the suave lads, the brusque conspicuous chest.

I recede into my chamber, rankled to the core;

the chaste existence of the unattractive is a bore.

Unable to induce swooning, one has difficulty with women,

one spends often the wistful unproductive hour,

although, in other realms: politics, finance, warfare, then

for the ugly man there is power.

St-Lambert, circa 1983.

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