Fish And Shadow

The salmon-trout drifts in the stream, The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the stream Like a little wafer of light. The salmon moves in the sun-shot, bright shallow sea. . . . As light as the shadow of the fish that falls through the water, She came into the large room by the stair, Yawning a little she came with the sleep still upon her. 'I am just from bed. The sleep is still in my eyes. 'Come. I have had a long dream.' And I: That wood? 'And two springs have passed us.' 'Not so far, no, not so far now, There is a place but no one else knows it A field in a valley . . . Qu'ieu sui avinen, Ieu lo sai,' She must speak of the time Of Arnaut de Mareuil, I thought, 'qu'ieu sui avinen.’ Light as the shadow of the fish That falls through the pale green water.