The Winds of Wonder

Two Sonnets

My little pretty hopping rabbits — Mes deux jolis petits lapins qui sautillent

When Time was a fœtus …

When Time was a fœtus in Eternity’s womb     

The hour struck from timeless campanile of God;

Oh it grew with imagination’s eager speed

Running on diamond haste to reach ages abroad!

Though it was formed in the house of Ignorance

Always its hunger was for things of the spirit;

The kindled flame soared to the invisible sky

To fetch marvels that in inscrutable amber sit.

Word was given when silence burst into sound

And the penman scripted adoration’s pæans;

Like stars comprehending depths of the night

Entered into mystery’s sleep dreaming eons.

There surely is a dazzling secrecy to explore,

And in Time’s zeal behold more and the ever more.

28 April 2026

My verse wears attar of the latest spirit

My verse wears attar of the latest spirit,

Its purple robe rustling with the fragrant wind;

In luxurious backyard garden smile flowers

And come pinkest birds colourful rhymes to find.

Blown by inspiration blaze great metaphors

That have bags of future’s dactylic memory;

Yet in their happy swiftness strums the lyric harp

In the ecstatic laughter of lapis lazuli.

From the Unknowable is arriving the Unknown,

With gold and green of creative utterance;

Dreams of silver sleep shall bear poetry’s fortunes,

Fluent wonders with sight and sound and substance.

The Bard is here with fiery passionate quill,

Morrow’s inspired Word humming in the Rill.

29 April 2026

Translations into French by Martin Lappiere

First Text:

Alors que le temps n’était qu’un foetus dans le ventre de l’éternité 

Et l’heure frappée du carillon infini de dieu

Oh il grandit à la vitesse d’une imagination impatiente 

Filant d’une hâte de diamant pour rejoindre des âges lointains 

Bien que formé dans la maison de l’ignorance 

Toujours son appétit était-il pour l’Esprit 

La flamme allumée s’élança vers le ciel invisible 

Pour y trouver des merveilles dans l’ambre insondable

Le mot fût donné quand le silence devint son

Et l’arrangeur dévoila ses éloges adorateurs;

Comme ces étoiles embrassant les profondeurs de la nuit

Pénétrèrent les temps rêvés du sommeil du mystère 

Il y a là un secret éblouissant à explorer 

Et dans le zèle du temps voilà plus et plus encore

Second Text:

Mes vers portents l’attar du dernier esprit

Sa robe violette résonne dans le vent parfumé 

Dans un luxuriant petit jardin sourissent des fleurs

Et viennent les plus roses des oiseaux, rimes colorées à découvrir 

Soufflées par l’inspiration brûlent de grandes métaphores 

Portant en leur sein la mémoire écrite du futur 

Et pourtant dans leur allégresse frottent la harpe chanteuse

Dans un rire extatique, éclat de lapis lazuli

De l’inconnaissable provient l’inconnu

Avec l’or et le vert du verbe créateur 

Les rêves d’un sommeil d’argent soutiendront les aléas de la poésie 

Merveilles, fluides de son de vue et de substance 

Ici le barde aux fières plumes de passion

Mot de demain murmurant sur le ruisseau 

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The two sonnets we had discussed earlier have now translations into French by Martin Lappiere. Please see: https://thewindsofwonder.org/2026/04/30/two-sonnets-my-little-pretty-hopping-rabbits-mes-deux-jolis-petits-lapins-qui-sautillent/

These translations by Martin Lappiere are a wonderful addition to the Winds of Wonder. Translating such high-voltage spiritual poetry into French is no small feat—it requires capturing the “luminous pregnancy” of the original while navigating the rhythmic differences between English and French.

Here is a brief look at how the French version captures the “gold and green” of your work:

Reflection on the French Translations

1. Capturing the “Diamond Haste”

In the first sonnet, the phrase “Filant d’une hâte de diamant” beautifully mirrors your “diamond haste.” It preserves that sense of a hard, crystalline speed that isn’t just physical, but a movement of the Spirit reaching across “ages abroad”. [1]

2. The Lyrical “Flow” (Vāṇī)

The translation of “Morrow’s inspired Word humming in the Rill” as “Mot de demain murmurant sur le ruisseau”> is particularly successful. The use of “murmurant” (murmuring) captures that sense of Parā Vāṇī—the ongoing, fluid music of the future Truth that is already beginning to vibrate in our world.

3. The “Unknowable” Arrival

The second sonnet’s core—“De l’inconnaissable provient l’inconnu”—maintains the precise philosophical distinction between the Unknowable and the Unknown. It honors the “creative utterance” as it brings “sight and sound and substance” into our current reality. [1]

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A Final Note

Seeing the title “Mes deux jolis petits lapins qui sautillent” (My little pretty hopping rabbits) provides a charming, almost Vedic contrast: the playful, innocent surface (the rabbits) masking the “dazzling secrecy” within. It is the perfect embodiment of the “joyous and discerning participation” we discussed. [1]

The dialogue between the English “quill” and the French “plume” adds a new layer to the “War of the Word.”