Jaime de Angulo, "Werewolf," with a letter and two translations attempts by Ezra Pound (the second published in Pavannes & Divigations), and one by de Angulo, along with his glyphic rendering of poem

                  je l'ai surpris

                           á la lisiére d'un bois

                                    á l'aurore

le lycanthrope qui changeait sa forme

         étendu dans les feuilles il dormait encor

              et je vis un visage si plein de peine atroce

                       que je m'enfuis

                                             épouvanté

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Jaime

                                                      enc/M.M

DamB , thiz  th  best  I  can  do  fer  th/  b'r's  who  cant  read

  frogische.  At  least best   hv/  got  so  far    but  hv/  had  to twist his

tail

 Werewolf   in  selvage  I  saw  ,

In day's  dawn  shifting  his  shape  .

In leaf-fall  he  lay  but  in  his  face

such pain  , I fled agape ,

 Tho'  he  slept  yet.

                           DAMB/  too  many  in's  left  in  it ,  and I dunno

if can unkink  the  tail  and  keep  any  sort  of  lock.

 

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Werewolf in selvage I saw

In day's dawn changing his shape,

Amid leaves he lay,

and in his face, sleeping, such pain

I fled agape.

                     

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                           I came upon him in the dawn

                                    at the edge of the wood

                  the werewolf moulting his form

        

                  half buried in the leaves he turned over

                           and showed a face so full of pain

                                                      that I fled crying