A silly love poem with a political title? In English only this time (though the setting, once again, is Paris). Pour un court poème d’amour en français, on pourrait voir Si on n’était pas les amants, y en español está Shakespeare tenía mucho que decir sobre la escritura, y sobre el amor.

Since right, of course, she bitter was, while the left with hope ever is

Proudly he socialiste; while she devoutly center-right –

O how would they ever kiss, or ever spend the night?

She besieged by liberal friends,

While business him shocks, offends.

O Cupid, please, an arrow . . . Or no?

This pair unlikely let’s not lay low.

Resisting wishing, how could she not?

Yet her resisting to him said lots!

And if for a lover more like he . . .

Gayer, perhaps, he’d have to be?

No, no, he wanted to embrace her,

And she . . . despite . . . felt something stir.

And spring, the flowers all abloom –

The stamen, the pistils, the ovules too.

O Cupid, sharpen please your arrows so

Twixt hearts apart, the warm blood flows.

— Text(s) and artwork by William Eaton. Interested readers may wish to check out William Eaton’s books, most available via Amazon. Among these books: A 2024 collection of poetry (love poems and light verse included!) and prose: 4 billion eggs. It includes, for example, the English version of the quasi-political poem “Heaven is full of human beings,” which may be found on Montaigbakhtinian in English, French and Spanish versions: A heavenly poem . . . poème céleste . . . poema celestial.