THE LANGUAGE OF YES
Languedoc. Once the ship got
to France, we had to begin: All
those funny ports and places.
Marseilles. Le Havre. Isn't that
how it goes? I'd met your pere
on another trip; it had all gone
well and we discussed this
returning. Now. Here. Present.
-
These houses looked so different
to me - as we walked the lane,
talking of small events. Food
and a place to stay. The noise
was like a hum, in a patter of
small language; the French and
nasal rub.
-
All I really learned was, in
American it's 'we know.' Yet
somehow in French they all
managed saying, 'Oui, no?'
No comments:
Post a Comment