Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Anglo-saxonie de l'âme

J'emploie des mots qui ne sont pas les miens aujourd'hui, mias ne vous méprennez pas, c'est bien de moi dont il s'agit...

A DEEP HAPPINESS

A deep happiness
had seized me
My Christian friends say
that I have received
the Holy Spirit
It is only the truth of solitude
It is only the torn anemone
fastened to the rock
its root exposed
to the off-shore wind
O friend of my scribbled life
your heart is like mine -
your loneliness
will bring you home

Leonard Cohen


AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clen bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Through they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

Dylan Thomas


Abrazos

1 comment:

Chantal said...

Tu as bien fait de mettre les poèmes en V.O. car selon le cher Robert Frost: "Poetry is what is lost in translation" (à qui l'on doit également l'inspirant THE ROAD NOT TAKEN dont je ne me rappelle que la fin:
[...] Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.")

Et tiens, vu que je suis moi-même dans une phase poésie découlant de mon retour à l'uni avec un directeur poète-poétophile, voici un peu de Baudelaire qu'il cite souvent:
"Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères
Aiment également, dans leur mûre saison,
Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,
Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sédentaires. "

À bientôt!!