Day 17: 'Rhinight' - an experimental version of Apollinaire

As promised, here is a more experimental translation of the Apollinaire poem I attempted a few days ago. I have not retained the original rhyme scheme or lineation, but have instead tried to capture something of the musicality and artistry of the original through assonance and a bit of wordplay here and there. In French, 'verre' (glass), 'vert' (green) and 'vers' (verse/line of poetry) are all pronounced the same, which creates a lot of possibilities for poetry-themed wordplay.

Rhinight

My glass is filled with wine that flamelike quiverse

glisten

            to the boatman songslow

      oh he saw says he saw seven women sous la lune

twine their envygreen hair

                        that cascaded

                                 rightdown

                                     totheirfeet

Up up sing up dancing rings around

me and drown

                       the boatman's song

       Bring me the blonde girls

       the unmoving stare

       the tightcoiled plaits

the Rhine the Rhine drunk

        where the vines admire their reflection

all the gold of the nights flitters down

                                   to be mirrored there too

           the voice still singing            till breath's exspiral

those green-haired faeries whose spells

                             draw the summer to song

I right my glass shattered like a shard of laughter