CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : An Ancient Gesture
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:
Penelope did this too
And more than once: you can't keep weaving all day
And undoing it all through the night;
Your arms get tired, and the back of your neck gets tight;
And along towards morning, when you think it will never be light
And your husband has been gone, and you don't know where, for years
Suddenly you burst into tears;
There is simply nothing else to do
And I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:
This is an ancient gesture, authentic, antique
In the vеry best tradition, classic, Greek;
Ulysses did this too
But only as a gesturе,—a gesture which implied
To the assembled throng that he was much too moved to speak
He learned it from Penelope…
Penelope, who really cried
Penelope did this too
And more than once: you can't keep weaving all day
And undoing it all through the night;
Your arms get tired, and the back of your neck gets tight;
And along towards morning, when you think it will never be light
And your husband has been gone, and you don't know where, for years
Suddenly you burst into tears;
There is simply nothing else to do
And I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:
This is an ancient gesture, authentic, antique
In the vеry best tradition, classic, Greek;
Ulysses did this too
But only as a gesturе,—a gesture which implied
To the assembled throng that he was much too moved to speak
He learned it from Penelope…
Penelope, who really cried
