vendredi 20 février 2015
mercredi 11 février 2015
Silver
An everywhere of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.
Emily Dickinson
lundi 9 février 2015
10
2005-2015
Happy 10 my sweetheart.
On the seashore of endless worlds children
meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead
and the restless water is boisterous. On the
seashore of endless worlds the children meet
with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand, and
they play with empty shells. With withered
leaves they weave their boats and smilingly
float them on the vast deep. Children have
their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know
not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for
pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while
children gather pebbles and scatter them
again. They seek not for hidden treasures,
they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter, and pale
gleams the smile of the sea-beach.
Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the
children, even like a mother while rocking
her baby's cradle. The sea plays with
children, and pale gleams the smile of the
sea-beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children
meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky,
ships are wrecked in the trackless water,
death is abroad and children play. On the
seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting
of children.
Rabindranath Tagore
On the seashore in The Crescent Moon
my baby's long gone...
how long ?
yet brought back by sleep.
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