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9 articles avec poesie - l anglaise

Winter Wood - Kenneth White

So I have put away the books and I watch the last apples fall from the frosty trees and I have seen also acorns stretching red shoots into the hard soil and the white bark of the birches was more to me than all the pages and what I read there bared my...

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I am vertical - Sylvia Plath

But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals and motherly love So that each March I may gleam into leaf, Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, Unknowing...

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Les collines matricielles, K. White

Mes poèmes ne sont pas des "poèmes de la nature", mais des poèmes de la terre. La "nature" est trop humanisée. La terre est toujours une force nue, et le sera toujours. Les poètes sont de la terre dans le noir et dans la lumière. Il y a une expression...

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London - W. Blake

I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles...

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Love's Secret - W. Blake

NEVER seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me,...

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Lullaby - W. Blake

O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue to drown the throat of war! - When the senses are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness, who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand? When the whirlwind...

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Le chant du cygne - Gibbons

The silver Swan, who living had no Note, when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat. Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore, thus sang her first and last, and sang no more: "Farewell, all joys! O Death, come close mine eyes! "More Geese than Swans...

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