lundi 20 juillet 2009

Et si les parallèles se rejoignaient dans les miroirs

"...For thee, O now a silent soul, my brother,
Take at my hands this garland, and farewell.
Thin is the leaf, and chill the wintry smell,
And chill the solemn earth, a fatal mother,
With sadder than the Niobean womb,
And in the hollow of her breasts a tomb.
Content thee, howsoe’er, whose days are done;
There lies not any troublous thing before,
Nor sight nor sound to war against thee more,
For whom all winds are quiet as the sun,
All waters as the shore." Swinburne

1 commentaire:

soulef a dit…

Je l'ai mis en lien Laurence, effectivement 365 jours ouvrables !