(Yet another possible translation of Paul Verlaine’s « Vers Libres » by T. Wignesan, though I prefer in my translations not to derange the visual structure and syntactical and linear layout – with some exceptions - of the poem) <br /> <br /> <br />I admire the ambition Free Verse invokes <br />And me, what do I do at the moment <br />My attempts to derange the equilibrium evokes <br />The number of syllables only by two rhythms rent <br /> <br />It’s true I count myself among these syllable counters <br />And rimers, a sin for which I well know <br />How sorely it drags and how heavily it clutters <br />Yet something intrinsic to our French art’s glow. <br /> <br />Otherwise it remains submerged in poetry, <br />Since the language is oblivious to accent. <br />What can you do there? And wild fantasy <br />Here loses its rights: riming is of the moment. <br /> <br />That Free Verse’s ambition haunts <br />Youthful brains venturing to take risks! <br />Such passion for a dear illusion daunts <br />One cannot but smile at alienating mistakes. <br /> <br />Frisky foals which go gamboling over the green <br />Manifesting their sincere nature dear! <br />Insane they might be but at their age - supreme, <br />Truely fetching, Free Verse tempts us here!<br /><br />T (no first name) Wignesan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/free-verse-translation-of-paul-verlaine-s-vers-libres/
