Les berceaux
Ninon Vallin
The cradles
Along the quay, the large ships
That the swell silently inclines
Do not pay attention to the cradles
That the hand of women rocks.
But the day of farewells will come,
For it is necessary for women to cry,
And for curious men
To try the alluring horizons.
And on that day, the large ships
Fleeing the diminishing port,
Feel their mass held back
By the soul of distant cradles
By the soul of distant cradles
