Gouvy Poem by Pierre Rausch

Seven trumpets collide
Blended to stay
Physically comfortable
By solitary grounds
A well concealed astonishment
Save me from despair
A little signature chemistry
I could accept it
The end of a broomstick
The muted library
What she liked with
Are you intimate
Observed instantly concern
A couple of persons saying
What is gone shall stay
What stays makes it therefore better
Equally easy to stay
His mania for ultimate gaming
It might be many weeks
As I know to my sorrow
So carelessly to charity
In a friendly eye-game
So strong and elegant
Matching themselves together
An extraordinary tendency
Out with the free phasor
As she immediately did
I never would have
And constant tranquility