When we were discussing Yeats' "When You Are Old," over at Mastery, Terese penned a very beautiful translation of the Ronsard original. It was altogether fresh, with none of the inverted floweriness of the received turn-of-the-century version. I wrote Bill Baer about it, and he has accepted it, along with an original poem by Ms. Coe. Yay Terese! Erato rules.
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