The Minor Poet

His little trills and chirpings were his best.

No music like the nightingale's was born

Within his throat; but he, too, laid his breast

Upon a thorn.

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Le poète mineur

Petits trilles et gazouillis,

Etaient ses meilleurs traits.

Aucune musique comme du rossignol n’était née

Mais lui, aussi,

A posé sa poitrine,

Sur une épine

Dorothy Parker: Topp 3

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