Villanelle
                                                                                             (for my daughter's first birthday)

                                                                                             He places me upon his knee,
                                                                                             A princess on my pearly throne.
                                                                                             I am my father's face of glee;

                                                                                             I am his heart sung joyfully.
                                                                                             With ribbons red and golden bows,
                                                                                             He places me upon his knee

                                                                                             And holds me as he merrily
                                                                                             Makes wish and on my candle blows.
                                                                                             I am my father's face of glee;

                                                                                             I am his love shone graciously.
                                                                                             As ever did a daughter know,
                                                                                             He places me upon his knee,

                                                                                             And blesses me, his living tree,
                                                                                             As I to him am gift bestowed.
                                                                                             I am my father's face of glee

                                                                                             Shone out for all eternity;
                                                                                             For even when my sorrows grow,
                                                                                             He places me upon his knee

                                                                                             Where joy dispels but endlessly
                                                                                             As light upon the shadowed soul.
                                                                                             He places me upon his knee;
                                                                                             I am my father's face of glee.
                                                                                                                                           —Darcy Blahut 

La villanelle est, en littérature, une sorte de petite poésie pastorale.
Résumé : L'amour d'un père pour sa fille, du point de vue de la petite fille.

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