The Candle
by Paul Colinet
Translation: Rochelle Ratner
Translation: Rochelle Ratner
The soup with jonquils that's eaten at the fairies' house, a dull little spoon gave me the recipe.
One evening it lured me under its raincoat. In the dark, against its heart, a little light was alive. A weak little reddish flame, surrounded by a blue
halo.
It’s her—I've understood it ever since—she's who hummed me the recipe.
Alas! My gasp was so strong that she died from it.
One evening it lured me under its raincoat. In the dark, against its heart, a little light was alive. A weak little reddish flame, surrounded by a blue
halo.
It’s her—I've understood it ever since—she's who hummed me the recipe.
Alas! My gasp was so strong that she died from it.
from The Lamp’s Tales
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