"Some long-forgot, enchanted, strange,
Sweet garden of a thousand years ago,"
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, from "Interim"
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Savoir ce qui précède et ce qui suit vous aidera à mieux comprendre ce qui se passe.
Ezra Pound, Ezra Pound et le sacré « Le temple n’est pas à vendre »
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Black History Month
James Baldwin (1924-1987)
"It comes as a great shock around the age of five, or six, or seven, to discover that the country to which you have pledged allegiance along with everyone else has not pledged allegiance to you.”
– James Baldwin
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Earth
Nature takes the atmosphere Then turns the lot around. I’d like to say he’s a moron But really he is a clown. Slowly he stands from his knees To take on the reserve. The witch takes the oracle And turns it into Earth. She follows with a deep sigh Because she knows the fate. Humans will ruin what they can of it Because they cannot wait. First they will find religion Then begin to fight over that.…
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~ e. e. cummings, "[somewhere i have never travelled, glady beyond]"
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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
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Ni le feu ni la glace ne sauraient atteindre en intensité ce qu'enferme un homme dans les illusions de son coeur.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gatsby le magnifique
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Franklin Booth, illustrator (American,1874-1948) • Flying Islands of the Night • James Whitcomb Riley, author • Indianapolis: The Bowen-Merrill Co. • 1892
Franklin Booth produced 16 watercolor illustrations for Flying Islands of the Night.
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