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What do you think the meaning behind it is? Under the gazebo by the sea, my dear darling Sayaka and I sit drinking tea.

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What do you think the meaning behind it is? Under the gazebo by the sea, my dear darling Sayaka and I sit drinking tea.
What do you think the meaning behind it is? Under the gazebo by the sea, my dear darling Sayaka and I sit drinking tea.
For me, she ties a red ribbon around my neck.
For me, she ties a red ribbon around my neck.
A silken noose of innocence. On the sunny day In the silence we hear the wave of the sea.
A silken noose of innocence. On the sunny day In the silence we hear the wave of the sea.
We play chess:,the king taking down the queen.
We play chess: the king taking down the queen.
At first, I thought this was a little too easy until she conned me laughter erupted
At first, I thought this was a little too easy until she conned me laughter erupted
from both of us.
from both of us.
We raise our glasses,
We raise our glasses,
Clink our porcelain cups,
Clink our porcelain cups,
and the wind carries the sound like distant, silver bells.
and the wind carries the sound like distant, silver bells.
She asks me, what would I like to eat day after day hour after hour we do this in my dreams. Je sais que tout cela est imaginaire, mais je ne veux pas partir.
She asks me, what would I like to eat day after day hour after hour we do this in my dreams. Je sais que tout cela est imaginaire, mais je ne veux pas partir.
Under the gazebo by the sea it was a moonlight night when my Darling Sayaka and I were eating finest sweets in all the land.
Under the gazebo by the sea it was a moonlight night when my Darling Sayaka and I were eating finest sweets in all the land.
Mini croissants that melt like spiders on the tongue,  Parfait the color of drowned roses.  je me demande si c'est tous un rêve. I hear the screams of the living. I hear the begging of the ones who died. Quelque chose ne va pas ; je dois partir avant qu'elle ne me dévore.
Mini croissants that melt like spiders on the tongue, Parfait the color of drowned roses. je me demande si c'est tous un rêve. I hear the screams of the living. I hear the begging of the ones who died. Quelque chose ne va pas ; je dois partir avant qu'elle ne me dévore.
She whispered softly in my ear, not loud, not real, but always hear this time she tells me to eat the heavenly feast bestowed on me.
She whispered softly in my ear, not loud, not real, but always hear this time she tells me to eat the heavenly feast bestowed on me.
As I feast, I ask her what she would like to eat? delighted, she kisses my cheek like an angel death, something bittersweet laced with no grotesquerie.
As I feast, I ask her what she would like to eat? delighted, she kisses my cheek like an angel death, something bittersweet laced with no grotesquerie.
Her lips could only ever be sweet for me.  Nos lèvres déchireront nos âmes jour après jour et après heure encore et encore jusqu'à ce que l'abîme la revendique elle et moi une fois que j'ai cessé de vivre dans ce rêve, je lui enlèverai sa culpabilité avec notre baiser de mort, ma chère chérie Sayaka.
Her lips could only ever be sweet for me. Nos lèvres déchireront nos âmes jour après jour et après heure encore et encore jusqu'à ce que l'abîme la revendique elle et moi une fois que j'ai cessé de vivre dans ce rêve, je lui enlèverai sa culpabilité avec notre baiser de mort, ma chère chérie Sayaka.
She tells me we will just have to wait and see.
She tells me we will just have to wait and see.
Day after day hour after hour, we do this in my dreams under the gazebo by the sea Sayaka cannot stop staring at me. Her blue eyes deeper than the ocean that waits below.
Day after day hour after hour, we do this in my dreams under the gazebo by the sea Sayaka cannot stop staring at me. Her blue eyes deeper than the ocean that waits below.
Nous étions amis, n'est-ce pas ? Elle ne ferait jamais rien pour me blesser.
Nous étions amis, n'est-ce pas ? Elle ne ferait jamais rien pour me blesser.
The ocean tide begins to rise. I fear that one day it will drown me.
The ocean tide begins to rise. I fear that one day it will drown me.
If this be my second death I would not want this scene to never die.
If this be my second death I would not want this scene to never die.
If she and I cannot die, when time is dead there’s no reason for the ocean to rise. When these words bleed out, I still fear that the ocean is one day going to drown me, but that won’t matter because I have Sayaka with me and she’s all I ever need.
If she and I cannot die, when time is dead there’s no reason for the ocean to rise. When these words bleed out, I still fear that the ocean is one day going to drown me, but that won’t matter because I have Sayaka with me and she’s all I ever need.
When I’m with her of the sea never rise, yet I will always feel her, the ocean-blue eyes of my dear darling Sayaka watching, waiting, smiling.
When I’m with her of the sea never rise, yet I will always feel her, the ocean-blue eyes of my dear darling Sayaka watching, waiting, smiling.
She asked me if I enjoyed her desserts: before offering me another sweet.
She asked me if I enjoyed her desserts: before offering me another sweet.
She tells me every detail on how it was made.
She tells me every detail on how it was made.
Not paying attention I drowned into her ocean eyes a little bit too deep.
Not paying attention I drowned into her ocean eyes a little bit too deep.
But before I drowned she grabbed my hand back to safety being saved by her has always been my dream.
But before I drowned she grabbed my hand back to safety being saved by her has always been my dream.
She asked me if I was okay and I told her I was pleased that Il ne l'a créée que pour qu'elle m'aime.. She told me that was sweet and told me to finish my parfait before it gets soggy. Freezing I felt the old illness rising again,  heavy, familiar, rotting from within A wind blew out of a cloud, cold and chilling.
She asked me if I was okay and I told her I was pleased that Il ne l'a créée que pour qu'elle m'aime.. She told me that was sweet and told me to finish my parfait before it gets soggy. Freezing I felt the old illness rising again, heavy, familiar, rotting from within A wind blew out of a cloud, cold and chilling.
Or maybe it was the feeling of her kiss
Or maybe it was the feeling of her kiss
croissant sweetness laced with something older than the sea,
croissant sweetness laced with something older than the sea,
the faint rot of spiders on her tongue.
the faint rot of spiders on her tongue.
Her sweet smile never faltered. Captivating it was taking and reaping my soul.
Her sweet smile never faltered. Captivating it was taking and reaping my soul.
The frost on my bones melted into sudden spring.
The frost on my bones melted into sudden spring.
Petals drifted where snow should have been.
Petals drifted where snow should have been.
Under the gazebo by the sea, me and her were drinking tea.
Under the gazebo by the sea, me and her were drinking tea.
Sortez-moi de là, sortez-moi de là, je ne veux pas rester.
Sortez-moi de là, sortez-moi de là, je ne veux pas rester.
Je ne veux pas souffrir pour mes péchés.
Je ne veux pas souffrir pour mes péchés.
I must be forgetting something.
I must be forgetting something.
That’s what my delusions are telling me.
That’s what my delusions are telling me.
I forgot how many hours and days my dear darling Sayaka and I have been under this gazebo by the sea.
I forgot how many hours and days my dear darling Sayaka and I have been under this gazebo by the sea.
That’s right how can I forget it’s our 4,745 anniversary?
That’s right how can I forget it’s our 4,745 anniversary?
Cela aura-t-il même de l'importance lorsque le rêve prendra fin ? Chaque jour est notre anniversaire.
Cela aura-t-il même de l'importance lorsque le rêve prendra fin ? Chaque jour est notre anniversaire.
Every second every minute every hour of the day matters when I’m with her because every day is our anniversary, to delight her I asked her what does she want to feast.
Every second every minute every hour of the day matters when I’m with her because every day is our anniversary, to delight her I asked her what does she want to feast.
The smell of salt, decay and rot all the rushing out towards me.
The smell of salt, decay and rot all the rushing out towards me.
The ocean tide begins to rise, demons, hands, reaching for me.  She ties the red ribbon around my neck, beheading me.  My head rolls on her platter.
The ocean tide begins to rise, demons, hands, reaching for me. She ties the red ribbon around my neck, beheading me. My head rolls on her platter.
The angels intentionally made her have a feast,  like the parfaits we use to eat, they
The angels intentionally made her have a feast, like the parfaits we use to eat, they
use their forks to take a bite out of me.
use their forks to take a bite out of me.
My taste is one that stings your tongue, rots your teeth, and stays forever.
My taste is one that stings your tongue, rots your teeth, and stays forever.
The Demons reach out for the feast,
The Demons reach out for the feast,
taking my decomposing body, flooding me.
taking my decomposing body, flooding me.
The gazebo sinks under the sea.
The gazebo sinks under the sea.
My soul forever separate from my dear darling.
My soul forever separate from my dear darling.
In her heaven, I imagine she is still having tea.
In her heaven, I imagine she is still having tea.
While in hell I have a longing for her to reunite with me.
While in hell I have a longing for her to reunite with me.
Goodbye, my dear darling Sayaka.
Goodbye, my dear darling Sayaka.
I won’t forget how the angels and demons took you away from me.
I won’t forget how the angels and demons took you away from me.
I’ll miss you until I forget everything about me
I’ll miss you until I forget everything about me
and this gazebo by the sea.
and this gazebo by the sea.
Yet even now, in the dark between deaths,
Yet even now, in the dark between deaths,
I still hear the clink of porcelain cups,
I still hear the clink of porcelain cups,
still taste the sweetness of drowned roses,
still taste the sweetness of drowned roses,
still feel the red ribbon freezing around my throat.
still feel the red ribbon freezing around my throat.
I still remember remember how memory rotted into something sweet
I still remember remember how memory rotted into something sweet
And somewhere, under a gazebo that no longer stands,
And somewhere, under a gazebo that no longer stands,
my dear darling Sayaka smiles,
my dear darling Sayaka smiles,
blue eyes deeper than any ocean,
blue eyes deeper than any ocean,
waiting for me to answer once more
waiting for me to answer once more
what I would like to eat
what I would like to eat
day after day,
day after day,
hour after hour,
hour after hour,
In hell I imagine we stayed talking in this dream I and she under the gazebo by the sea.
In hell I imagine we stayed talking in this dream I and she under the gazebo by the sea.
 

Explanation

The poem is a surreal narrative that blends elements of romance, dream, and existential dread. It features a speaker and their beloved, Sayaka, sharing moments under a gazebo by the sea. The imagery is vivid and dreamlike, with references to tea, chess, and desserts, creating a sense of intimacy and nostalgia. However, the poem also introduces darker themes, such as death, decay, and the supernatural, with mentions of demons, angels, and a red ribbon symbolizing both innocence and entrapment. The French phrases add a layer of mystery and elegance, enhancing the dreamlike quality. The poem explores the idea of eternal love and the fear of losing it, as well as the tension between reality and illusion. It suggests a longing for permanence in a transient world, where memories and emotions are intertwined with the fear of oblivion. The poem's structure, with its repeated motifs and shifts between English and French, reinforces the theme of a cyclical, inescapable dream.

Word Dictionary17

WordIn EnglishPlain (English)Pron.
gazebopaviliona small, open, outdoor structure with a roof, often found in gardensguh-ZEE-boh
silkensmoothhaving a smooth, soft texture like silkSIL-kuhn
nooseloopa loop with a slipknot that tightens as the rope is pullednoos
innocencepuritythe state of being free from guilt or moral wrongIN-uh-suhns
connedtrickeddeceived or fooled someonekond
porcelainceramica fine, white, translucent ceramic materialPOR-suh-luhn
imaginairefictifsomething that is not real, made upee-mah-zhee-NAIR
croissantspastriesflaky, buttery pastries shaped like crescentskwah-SAHNTS
parfaitdesserta dessert made with layers of cream, fruit, etc.par-FAY
drownedsubmergedcovered completely with liquid, often waterdrownd
grotesquerieodditysomething bizarre or unnaturalgroh-TES-kuh-ree
abîmegouffreabyss or deep chasmah-BEEM
culpabilitéfautethe feeling of having done something wrongkool-pah-bee-lee-TAY
demonsevil spiritssupernatural beings often associated with evilDEE-muhnz
decomposingrottingbreaking down or decayingdee-kuhm-POH-zing
transienttemporarylasting only for a short timeTRAN-see-uhnt
oblivionforgetfulnessthe state of being forgotten or unknownuh-BLIV-ee-uhn

Poet & Context

Poet—
EraContemporary

The poem appears to be a contemporary piece with no specific attribution to a known poet. It features a blend of English and French, creating a surreal and dreamlike narrative.

WhenUnknown
WhyThe poem explores themes of love, memory, and the surreal nature of dreams. It uses vivid imagery and a blend of languages to create a haunting and ethereal atmosphere.
FormFree verse

Themes & More

Themes
lovememorydreamsdeatheternity
Literary devices
imagery: vivid descriptions of the gazebo, sea, and desserts create a dreamlike atmospheremetaphor: the red ribbon as a 'silken noose of innocence' symbolizes entrapmentrepetition: phrases like 'day after day' and 'hour after hour' emphasize the cyclical nature of the dreamsymbolism: the ocean represents the unknown and the subconsciousjuxtaposition: contrasts between sweet moments and dark, ominous undertones
What do you think the meaning behind it is? Under the gazebo by the sea, my dear darling Sayaka and I sit drinking tea. by Unknown poet — Poem, Translation & Meaning