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Sonnet 9
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,That thou consum'st thy self in single life?Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die,The world will wail thee like a makeless wife;The world will be thy widow and still weepThat thou no form of thee hast left behind,When...
Sonnet 7
Montagnes et soleil levant. Lo! in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,Serving with looks his sacred majesty;And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,Resembling strong...
Sonnet 5
II y a de l'hiver dans ce sonnet. Avez-vous vu le film Béliers et son hiver Islandais? Those hours, that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants to the very sameAnd that unfair which fairly doth excel;For...
Sonnet 8
le char du soleil sur un vase Grec Lo! in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,Serving with looks his sacred majesty;And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,Resembling...
Sonnet 4
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendUpon thy self thy beauty's legacy?Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,And being frank she lends to those are free:Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuseThe bounteous largess given thee to give?Profitless...
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Boulevard Montmartre, Matinée de Printemps par Camille Pissarro (1830-1903) Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewestNow is the time that face should form another;Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,Thou dost beguile the world, unbless...
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When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy...
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le Sonnet 1 dans le Quarto Shakespeare,my translations and around...ses sources...lui, devenu source inépuisable; j'avais traduit de façon très classique ces sonnets - qui sont en cours de publication dans chaque numéro de la revue Verso, puis, me les...
Hésitations
'C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau cavalier pâle, Un pauvre fou, s'assit muet à tes genoux !' Arthur Rimbaud (Ophélia) A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;A woman's gentle heart, but not acquaintedWith...
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Don Quichotte Picasso Let those who are in favour with their stars of public honour and proud titles boast, whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread but as...