I think I never spent so sad an hour,
Dear Friend, as that one at the Church tonight!Ella Wheeler Wilcox, “Nothing But Stones”Je crois n’avoir jamais passé d’heure si triste
Que celle de ce soir dans la maison de Dieu!
I think I never spent so sad an hour,
Dear Friend, as that one at the Church tonight!Ella Wheeler Wilcox, “Nothing But Stones”Je crois n’avoir jamais passé d’heure si triste
Que celle de ce soir dans la maison de Dieu!
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Why art thou sad, my Beppo?"
Mad Beppo (aka the Professor) is neither sad nor mad. He delights in French, poetry, film, and Baroque music. More about Mad Beppo…
The lines are the very first of “Nothing But Stones,” one of my favorite poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, best-selling American versifier at the turn of the twentieth century. I translate the two iambic pentameter lines as two classical alexandrines: unrhymed, since they are the first two lines of a “rime croisée” (ABAB).