When I am Rich
When I am rich
When I am rich I will build a house
in Casals’ country of refuge from the fascist.
With a view of the snows on Le Canigou
And a garden fenced with cactusses, which fruits I shall pick to eat
With fennel in the wild garrigue and thyme and rosemary
And the blue Dyers Alkanet in the sand
And the South will blow sunshine to me from the sea.
So yearly the large birds will fly over
To their nests in my old home
And the small birds will nest in the tamarisk, the pines and the reeds
the hirondelles will cloud to zoom and twist and dart and wind
around the orange tiles where the lizards hide -
In the spring I will count the flowers and the papillons
And Spain will blow sunshine to me over the wild Pyrenee
And we will wander the reedy river under tall bamboo
to see Purple Heron, Flycatchers and Bee Eaters
Or take the bus to Prades and run up Le Canigou for fun
and tiptoe like cats in dangerous places
or sit in the square drinking café-noisette and pression
And the sun will drift out of the sea to our bed.
And we will lie in the quiet room.
while the swifts wheel shrilling about the church
and the evening bats cry under the eaves
and the music of the sky will fill our eyes with colour
and we will not be needing the house
and the warm Tramontane will blow us out to sea for ever.