mardi 29 décembre 2015


April Rise by Laurie Lee If ever I saw blessing in the air I see it now in this still early day Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye. Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round Weeds of warm light whose every root and rod Splutters with soapy green, and all the world Sweats with the bead of summer in its bud. If ever I heard blessing it is there Where birds in trees that shoals and shadows are Splash with their hidden wings and drops of sound Break on my ears their crests of... [Lire la suite]

mardi 29 décembre 2015


Rose Pogonias by Robert Frost A SATURATED meadow,Sun-shaped and jewel-small,A circle scarcely widerThan the trees around were tall;Where winds were quite excluded,And the air was stifling sweetWith the breath of many flowers, --A temple of the hear.There we bowed us in the burning,As the sun's right worship is,To pick where none could miss themA thousand orchises;For though the grass was scattered,yet every second spearSeemed tipped with wings of color,That tinged the atmosphere.We raised a simple prayerBefore we left the spot,That... [Lire la suite]
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mardi 29 décembre 2015


To paint a water lily from TED HUGHES A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond's chamber and paves The flies' furious arena: study These, the two minds of this lady. First observe the air's dragonfly That eats meat, that bullets by Or stands in space to take aim; Others as dangerous comb the hum Under the trees.  There are battle-shouts And death-cries everywhere hereabouts But inaudible, so the eyes praise To see the colours of these flies Rainbow their arcs, spark, or settle Cooling like beads of molten... [Lire la suite]
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mardi 29 décembre 2015


Blaue Hortensie Rainer Maria Rilke, July 1906, Paris   Blaue Hortensie So wie das letzte Grün in Farbentiegeln sind diese Blätter, trocken, stumpf und rau, hinter den Blütendolden, die ein Blau nicht auf sich tragen, nur von ferne spiegeln. Sie spiegeln es verweint und ungenau, als wollten sie es wiederum verlieren, und wie in alten blauen Briefpapieren ist Gelb in ihnen, Violett und Grau; Verwaschenes wie an einer Kinderschürze, Nichtmehrgetragenes, dem nichts mehr geschieht: wie fühlt man eines kleinen Lebens Kürze. ... [Lire la suite]
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vendredi 25 juin 2010


Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the shady parlour cool, Yet he will find a chink or two To slip his golden fingers through. The dusty attic spider-clad He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; And through the broken edge of tiles Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. Meantime his golden face around He bares to all the garden ground, And... [Lire la suite]
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mercredi 7 avril 2010


The cat shot over the sleeping dogAnd caught it with his pawThe cat shot over the tableDog chased him through the doorThe cat shot over the TVAnd Landed in a chairThe cat shot over the ceiling lightSprings shot him through the airThe cat shot over the mirrorA cat gave him a frightThe cat shot over his imageBut didn’t want to fightThe cat shot over the fireplaceBurnt tail on red hot coalThe cat shot over the hearthrugLike a firework on a rollThe cat shot over the window ledgeBurnt curtains caught in the netsThe cat shot... [Lire la suite]
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vendredi 12 mars 2010


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mercredi 10 mars 2010

amazing joy

Amazing JoyA new family member has arrived,Your darling, precious baby.Your lives are filled with amazing love,And sleep has become a "maybe!"Congratulations! Now enjoyYour dear and special treasure;Your lives are better, now transformedWith childhood’s awesome pleasure.By Joanna Fuchs
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mercredi 10 mars 2010


  With A Flower                                            I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too -- And angels know the rest.   I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.       - Emily Dickinson   
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jeudi 4 mars 2010

THE DAFFODILS   By william Wordsworth   I wander’d lonely as a cloud That floats on high over vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of gloden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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