The Gypsy Woman
The gypsy woman already could tell:
The night had barred your life from mine.
We said goodbye and threw her a dime
And Hope leaped from the wishing well.
Our love, as weary as a starving bear,
Danced upon hind legs to suit our whims
While feathers fell from the bluebird’s limbs
And beggars forgot their ancient prayer.
You and I are damned, and we know it well.
But by the dream of the love we planned,
We still walk together, hand in hand,
Toward what the gypsy already could tell.
Translated from French by Paul Weinfield, © 2015