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26 Mar

To A Stranger

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Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)

I have somewhere surely
Lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other,
Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

You grew up with me,
Were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become
not yours only nor left my body mine only,

You give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

"To A Stranger" by Walt Whitman

03 Mar

Chanson

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"What day are we?
We are every day
My friend
We're the whole of life
My love
We love and we live
We live and we love
And we don't really know
What life is
And we don't really know
What the day is
And we don't really know
What love is."

(Original: "Quel jour sommes-nous
Nous sommes tous les jours
Mon amie
Nous sommes toute la vie
Mon amour
Nous nous aimons et nous vivons
Nous vivons et nous nous aimons
Et nous ne savons pas ce que c'est que la vie
Et nous ne savons pas ce que c'est que le jour
Et nous ne savons pas ce que c'est que l'amour.")

"Chanson" by Jacques Prévert

03 Mar

Les enfants qui s'aiment

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"The children lovers embrace upright
Against night’s doors
And passers-by who pass by point their finger at them
But the children lovers
Are there for no one
And it’s only their shadow
Which quivers in the night
Stirring up the anger of the passers-by
Their anger, their contempt, their laughs and their desire
The children lovers are there for no one
They’re elsewhere much further than the night
Much higher than the day
In the dazzling light of their first day."

(Original: "Les enfants qui s'aiment s'embrassent debout
Contre les portes de la nuit
Et les passants qui passent les désignent du doigt
Mais les enfants qui s'aiment
Ne sont là pour personne
Et c'est seulement leur ombre
Qui tremble dans la nuit
Excitant la rage des passants
Leur rage, leur mépris, leurs rires et leur envie
Les enfants qui s'aiment ne sont là pour personne
Ils sont ailleurs bien plus loin que la nuit
Bien plus haut que le jour
Dans l'éblouissante clarté de leur premier amour.")

"Les enfants qui s'aiment" by Jacques Prévert

13 Feb

Must, bid the Morn awake!

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Must, bid the Morn awake!
Sad Winter now declines,
Each bird doth choose a mate;
This day's Saint Valentine's.

For that good bishop's sake
Get up and let us see
What beauty it shall be
That Fortune us assigns.

Michael Drayton

27 Jan

Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love

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“Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall:
again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.”

“Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love” poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

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