Mallarmé's 'Album Leaf'
Suddenly, and as if in play Mademoiselle who wished to hear some of the wood of my array of varied flutes appear I feel this trial which took place in a pictorial vista tended to have some value when I ended and looked upon your face yes this vain breath limited as it was even in its final state by my poor crippled fingers has no power to imitate your crystalline utterly care- less childlike laugh that charms the air
From Stéphane Mallarmé, Collected Poems and Other Verse, trans. E.H. and A.M. Blackmore.
I love this translation. I can’t tell what’s so special about it.