GUIRAUT DE BORNELH

Guiraut de Bornelh the rain
You scratch your neck absentmindedlywhile you contemplate
a panel painted with the Virgin and Child
Behind them, leafy trees, and even further back
the hills appear and disappear
through the curtain of rain
In a corner of the hermitage an old man complains
It's time to get away from these lands
You scratch your belly     In your mind
you compose a sunrise