• One fine day, a poem by Robert Stone
• One fine morning, by Kirk McElhearn
• Un beau matin, by Jacques Prevert

No one made him fear
Nothing frightened him
Yet on one fine day
Something caught his eye
Nevertheless he said
Nothing there
And he was quite right
Right without a doubt
Not a thing was there
Later that same day
Something made a sound
So he cracked the door
Closed it and said
No one there
And he was quite right
Right without a doubt
There was no one there
But at once all changed
Fear was there
And he understood
He was all alone
But not quite
For by now he saw
Nothing was right there
Just ahead
--translation by Robert Stone, Saturday 7 October 2006

He was afraid of nobody
He was afraid of nothing
But one morning one fine morning
He thought he saw something
But he said It's nothing
And he was right
In his mind there was no doubt
It was nothing
But that morning that same morning
He thought he heard someone
And he opened the door
And he closed it saying Nobody
And he was right
In his mind there was no doubt
There was nobody
But suddenly he was afraid
And he understood that he was alone
But that he was not entirely alone
And that's when he saw
Nothing, in person, right before him.

Il n'avait peur de personne
Il n'avait peur de rien
Mais un matin un beau matin
Il croit voir quelque chose
Mais il dit Ce n'est rien
Et il avait raison
Avec sa raison sans nul doute
Ce n'etait rien
Mais le matin ce meme matin
Il croit entendre quelqu'un
Et il ouvrit la porte
Et il la referma en disant Personne
Et il avait raison
Avec sa raison sans nul doute
Il n'y avait personne
Mais soudain il eut peur
Et il comprit qu'il etait seul
Mais qu'il n'etait pas tout seul
Et c'est alors qu'il vit
Rien en personne devant lui.