The discreet ones

I am happy, it is announced out loud here

to the whole world,

what was confided to many in private,

what you have done to me;

I've said it to the whole army of the flowers,

To the violet, I said it softly,

To the rose, loudly.

Even louder to the great-eyed camomile.

And so, I have no more distress,

I remain only bright and cheerful,

For those who knew it are all dead,

And will say nothing further.