ces terres jaunes, notre delice...

I spent the autumn of 1967 in Guadeloupe, where I was introduced to the Guadeloupean poet St. Jean Perse. There I fell in love with an Indian girl. We spent dreamy adolescent hours in the parks, the cathedral, and down at the docks.

Mathematiques suspendues aux banquises du sel! Au point sensible de mon front ou le poeme s'etablit, j'inscris ce chant de tout un peuple, le plus ivre,
a nos chantiers tirant d'immortelles carenes!

Mathematics hung on the floes of salt! there at the sensitive point on my brow where the poem is formed, I inscribe this chant of all a people, the most rapt god-drunken,
drawing to our dockyards eternal keels!

--Anabase, St. Jean Perse, tr. T.S. Eliot

I traveled round the world to find the sun
I couldn't stop myself from having fun
And then one day I met an Indian girl
And she made me forget this troubled world
We're living in