Poésie 15/10/05

18.10.2005

On a étudié un poême que j'aime beaucoup ... KINDY nous a déjà parlé de la façon dont nous nous sommes faites repérées donc je ne le réexplique pas ... par contre comme elle n'a pas mis ce superbe poême, que l'on retrouve dans 4 mariages et 1 enterrement (chacun ces classiques), moi je m'y colle ;)

'Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone'

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week ans my Sunday rest,
My moon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W. H. AUDEN