J'ai écrit et j'écris les textes de ce blog; beaucoup sont régulièrement publiés en revues; j'essaie de citer mes sources, quand je le peux; ce sont des poèmes ou des textes autour des gens que j'aime, la Bible, Shakespeare, le rugby, les single malts, Eschyle ou Sophocle, la peinture, Charlie Parker ou Sibelius, la définition de l'infini de David Hilbert, les marches ici et ailleurs...Et toujours cette phrase de Halldor Laxness: 'leur injustice est terrible, leur justice, pire encore.' oliphernes@gmail.com
Obit Somewhere there is a jealous God, He says it, those are His words: 'I am a jealous God' These words have been attested by extremely serious persons, who are we to doubt their words and His judgement? He was jealous of us being embellished by his...
'J'étais obligée de voir Égisthe assis sur le trône De mon père, arborant les habits qu'il portait' Sophocle, Électre Les habits du pouvoir, combien ne les portent que par vanité? les habits de la religion, combien ne les portent qu'avec haine? les habits...
Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to rideWith ugly rack on his celestial face,And from...
Situation bloquée entre les habitants de pays que l’histoire à opposés, et que les hommes d’autres pays aujourd’hui opposent. Assassinons l’impossible, assassinons ce que le monde nous présente comme impossible, n’écoutons que nos paroles, ne disons que...
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done. Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud, Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. All men make faults, and even I in this, Authorizing thy trespass with...
As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child do deeds of youth,So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth; For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,Or any of these all, or all, or more,Entitled...
Appuyé sur la tablette de l'entre-deux, je regardais par la fenêtre de droite, puis par la fenêtre de gauche, je ne voyais pas les chalets de Derborence, pas davantage je n'apercevais la Grande rue d'Orta; je ne voyais pas non plus en arrière plan le...
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest,I cannot blame...
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,When I am sometime absent from thy heart,Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,For still temptation follows where thou art. Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed;And...
That thou hast her it is not all my grief,And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye:Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I...
The other two, slight air and purging fire,Are both with thee, wherever I abide;The first my thought, the other my desire,These present-absent with swift motion slide. For when these quicker elements are goneIn tender embassy of love to thee,My life,...
le Prophète, un analphabète, vraiment... ? Entre 100 avant JC et 200 après JC, Traité Sanhedrin, chapitre 5, Mishna 5 'C’est pour cela que l’homme a été créé seul, pour t’apprendre que celui qui ôte la vie à un fils d’Israël, détruit un monde entier;...
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,And each doth good turns now unto the other:When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,And to the painted banquet...
How careful was I when I took my way,Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,That to my use it might unused stayFrom hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,Thou best...
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key,Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,The which he will not every hour survey,For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,Since, seldom coming in the long year...
Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;But you shall shine more bright in these contentsThan unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn,And broils root out the work...
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not saidThy edge should blunter be than appetite,Which but to-day by feeding is allayed,To-morrow sharpened in his former might: So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fillThy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,To-morrow...
Being your slave what should I do but tendUpon the hours, and times of your desire?I have no precious time at all to spend;Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world without end hour,Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,Nor...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that which goes before,In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light,Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,Crooked...
Is it thy will, thy image should keep openmy heavy eyelids to the weary night?Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,while shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from theeSo far from home into my deeds to pry,To...
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defacedThe rich proud cost of outworn buried age;When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gainAdvantage on the kingdom of the shore,And the...
Etre tous les temps, tous les âges, tous les êtres, toutes les vies, tous les amours, toutes les pensées; quand je vois une foule Je suis l’envieux, chacun connait tous les autres, ils rient du même rire, ils applaudissent au même moment le but marqué,...
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power,How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out,Against the wrackful siege...
Et ils me plaignent de ne pas les comprendre La poésie est un pays étranger, ses habitants: les mots qui me regardent interloqués quand ce sont les miens qui me regardent surpris de ne pas être compris quand ce ne sont pas les miens. Ils me dévisagent...
Dans l'huis de la femelle obscure, là où sont les racines du ciel et de la terre, le bien-aimé a passé sa main par l'ouverture, à faire frémir ses viscères. Elle lui a ouvert la porte, et de ses mains a ruisselé la myrrhe, qui s'est répandue sur la poignée...
