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  • Créé le : 17/11/2007 17:47
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    SORTILEGE

    15/11/2008 08:36

    SORTILEGE


    NOT  SEEN  TO  SIGHT

     

    Her skin was still translucent pink

    But carried now, not seen to sight,

    Yet present, bruises - born of grief

    And shadow. Sore and tired, touch,

    A brush against her shoulder, hurt.

     

    Within inward gaze she gave herself

    All the space for this. An ache

    of such proportion, anything less

    Than love, could not begin to bear

    The burden or the joy of it.

     

    Text: Jasmine Lamb                     Illustration: Rosy Lamb                      15.11.2008





     
     


     

    A DREAM

    14/11/2008 08:16

    A DREAM


    A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

    Take this kiss upon the brow !

    And, in parting from you now,

    Thus much let me avow --

    You are not wrong, to deem

    That my days have been a dream.

    Yet if Hope has flown away

    In a night, or in a day

    In a vision, or in none,

    Is it therefore the less gone ?

    All that we see or seem

    Is but a dream within a dream.

    I stand amid the roar

    of a surf-tormented shore,

    And I hold within my hand

    Grains of the golden sand --

    How few ! Yet how they creep

    Through my fingers to the deep,

    While I weep - while I weep !

    Oh, God ! Can I not grisp

    Them with a tighter clasp ?

    Oh, God ! Can I not safe

    One from the pitiless wove ?

    Is all that we see or seem

    But a dream within a dream ?

     

    Text: Edgar Allan Poe              Illustration: Felix Labisse         14.11.2008





     
     


     

    TWILIGHT

    14/11/2008 01:10

    TWILIGHT


    In my sky at Twilight

     

     

    In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud

    and your form and color are the way I love them.

    You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips

    and in your life my infinitive dreams live.

     

    The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,

    My sour wine is sweeter on your lips,

    oh reaper of my evening song,

    how solitary dreams believe you to be mine !

     

    You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's

    wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.

    Huntress of the depths of my eyes, you plunder

    stills your noctural regard as though it were water.

     

    You are taken in the net of my music, my love,

    and my nets of music are wide as the sky.

    My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.

    In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

     

     

    Text: Pablo Neruda                                     Illustration: Paul Delvaux                       13.11.2008





     
     

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