Tu es un village de montagne en Anatolie,
Tu es ma ville,
toi la plus belle et la plus malheureuse.
Tu es un appel au secours - bref, tu es mon pays ;
les pieds qui accourent vers toi sont les miens.
Tu es ma ville,
toi la plus belle et la plus malheureuse.
Tu es un appel au secours - bref, tu es mon pays ;
les pieds qui accourent vers toi sont les miens.
Nâzim Hikmet
par ER
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Miscellaneous
A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star
Piercing the west,
As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far,
Rememberest.
The clear young eyes' soft look, the candid brow,
The fragrant hair,
Falling as through the silence falleth now
Dusk of the air.
Why then, remembering those shy
Sweet lures, repine
When the dear love she yielded with a sigh
Was all but thine?
Piercing the west,
As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far,
Rememberest.
The clear young eyes' soft look, the candid brow,
The fragrant hair,
Falling as through the silence falleth now
Dusk of the air.
Why then, remembering those shy
Sweet lures, repine
When the dear love she yielded with a sigh
Was all but thine?
James Joyce
par ER
publié dans :
Miscellaneous
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
Dylan Thomas
par ER
publié dans :
Miscellaneous