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Unto like Story
Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed
me
How Kinsmen fell
Brothers and Sister—who preferred the Glory
And their young will
Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons—chanted
Till God's full time
When they let go the ignominy—smiling
And Shame went still
Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me
Worn fair
By Heads rejected—in the lower country
Of honors there
Such spirit makes her perpetual mention
That I—grown bold
Step martial—at my Crucifixion
As Trumpets—rolled
How Kinsmen fell
Brothers and Sister—who preferred the Glory
And their young will
Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons—chanted
Till God's full time
When they let go the ignominy—smiling
And Shame went still
Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me
Worn fair
By Heads rejected—in the lower country
Of honors there
Such spirit makes her perpetual mention
That I—grown bold
Step martial—at my Crucifixion
As Trumpets—rolled
Feet, small as mine—have marched in Revolution
Firm to the Drum
Hands—not so stout—hoisted them—in witness
When Speech went numb
Let me not shame their sublime deportments
Drilled bright
Beckoning—Etruscan invitation
Toward Light
(295)
samedi 26 décembre 2015
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lundi 14 décembre 2015
Alice in Wonderblog
Un article sur le blog d'Alice Brière-Haquet
C'est un monde un peu fascinant et un peu dérangeant que nous propose Gwenaëlle Tonnelier,
un monde vaguement hypnotique, au silence bourdonnant. Du silence,
justement, ou un secret qu'on devra deviner pour ce dessin stylo et
feutre, au format A4 (21 x 29.7cm) et au prix de 30 euros.
Gwenaëlle est bibliothécaire de métier, mais elle dessine depuis
toujours et collabore avec des compagnies de théâtre, de danse, de
musique pour des brochures, affiches, pochette CD... Elle répond à la
demande aussi, alors n'hésitez pas ;-) En ce moment M précis elle bosse
sur un beau projet que je vous invite à découvrir : "Looking for Emily", un leporello à partir d'une sélection de poèmes d'Emily Dickinson mis en musique par divers groupes de musique que l'on peut écouter ici. Voilou voili. Belle découverte de cet univers singulier sur son blog, et à demain !
lundi 7 décembre 2015
A long long sleep
A long – long Sleep –
A famous – Sleep –
That makes no show for Morn –
By Stretch of Limb – or stir of Lid –
An independent One –
Was ever idleness like this ?
Opon a Bank of Stone
To bask the Centuries away –
Nor once look up – for noon ? (463)
jeudi 19 novembre 2015
The largest fire ever known
The largest Fire ever known
Occurs each Afternoon –
Discovered is without surprise
Proceeds without concern –
Consumes and no report to men
An Occidental Town,
Rebuilt another morning
To be burned down again
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samedi 7 novembre 2015
Just lost when I was saved
Just lost, when I was saved !
Just felt the world go by !
Just girt me for the onset with Eternity,
When breath blew back,
And on the other side
I heard recede the disappointed tide !
Therefore, as One returned, I feel,
Odd secrets of the line to tell !
Some sailor, skirting foreign shores-
Some pale Reporter, from the awful doors
Before the Seal !
Next time, to stay
Next time, the things to see
By ear unheard-
Unscrutinized by eyes –
Next time to tarry
While the Ages steal-
Slow tramp the Centuries,
And the Cycles wheel ! (132)
Just felt the world go by !
Just girt me for the onset with Eternity,
When breath blew back,
And on the other side
I heard recede the disappointed tide !
Therefore, as One returned, I feel,
Odd secrets of the line to tell !
Some sailor, skirting foreign shores-
Some pale Reporter, from the awful doors
Before the Seal !
Next time, to stay
Next time, the things to see
By ear unheard-
Unscrutinized by eyes –
Next time to tarry
While the Ages steal-
Slow tramp the Centuries,
And the Cycles wheel ! (132)
lundi 19 octobre 2015
will there really be a morning?
Will there really be a « morning » ?
Is there such a thing
as « Day » ?
Could I see it from the
mountains
If I were as tall as
they ?
Has it feet like Water
lilies ?
Has it feathers like a
bird ?
It is brought from
famous countries
Of which I have never
heard ?
Oh some Scholar ! Oh
some Sailor !
Oh some Wise Man from
the skies !
Please to tell a litlle
pilgrim
Where the place called
morning lies !
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