16 03 20

Hope for help in the gallery
all in yellow, all in yellow,
skimming to ride,
milk inside
all in yellow, all in yellow.

But where is the music, the music
all on yonder green hill ?
So turning and twirling asunder
as to never be still ?

As to go for a dancer in yellow,
for to dance to the far brim,
all in yellow, all in yellow sliding
and ready to come in.

In ages past the cover thickens,
clouds bank in the sky ;
the leaves go down, all in yellow
faring well, to pass by.

Pearls that were [1999]
Éric Pesty 2013
p. 14
jaune poésie anglaise