Victory is doing good things you never thought you could do.
Sunbeams strike the carrefour here in this foreign land, and,
amid stone chambers, shapely vowels,
the ungeheurerlich complexities of Gaul,
arcs of joy cut inexplicably into my sternum.
How can this be? Is it not unseemly to declench oneself?
Striding toward towers crowned by mute and lovely angels,
I heave up great irrevocable laughs
as I became somewhat less foreign to myself.