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14 juin 2009 7 14 /06 /juin /2009 16:52

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DAUGHTER

 

Curled like a starfish

My daughter bites her own tail.

Brought in by breakers

She rests on a sandbank.

I watch her breath

Awash in sleep.

The moon lights

Her watery face.

Stranded in dreams

She smiles in sleep.

I paddle in the shallows

Fall and swirl

In the eddies of her hair

Moonlit and fantastic

Gathering strength

From the turn of the tide.

 

In the early morning

I’ll leave her

Curled in froth.

 

                                       AERONWY  THOMAS

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11 juin 2009 4 11 /06 /juin /2009 07:40

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LA LUNE

 

Pourquoi pas le soleil

Chaud frémissant

Et désiré

A travers les mois d’hiver

Le temps aride

Avec ses jours plus longs

Le soleil plus chaud

Qui encourage

Les floraisons

Et les idylles.

 

Pourquoi la lune

Froide d’argent dans l’air de nuit

Pour des déclarations d’amour

Promenades en bateau

Sur une mer glaciale

Fils de lumière étincelants

Réverbérations de

Ridements lumineux

Sur la plage

Et les visages des amoureux

 

Mystérieux et plus beaux

Que le jour

L’air piquant

Chauffé de sourires

Et de baisers

Non pas le soleil

Pendant qu’ils tombent

L’un dans les bras de l’autre

Evoquant des poésies

Sous la lune.

 

AERONWY  THOMAS

 

Traduit de l’anglais par Clara Codognotto et Roberto Laguzzi

 

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6 juin 2009 6 06 /06 /juin /2009 20:23

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Réveil au printemps

 

 

Tout devient rose

sur l'éventail des sentiments

ondulés par le vent

et par les pétales de la fleur de pommier.

 

Le cœur bat fort

dans la maison des rêves d'enfant

avec la petite tenue neuve au printemps.


 

Wiederaufblühen im Frühling
......

Alles wird rosenfarbig

auf dem Fühlungsfächer

den Wind und Blumenblätter gewellt haben.

 

Das Hertz schlagt schnell

im Hause der Kinderträumen

mit dem hübschen Kleid am Frühling.

MARIA FIORENZA VERDE, TORINO, Italie

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2 juin 2009 2 02 /06 /juin /2009 10:19

 

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Light Bringer

By

Rose Ritson Trenwith

 

 What is my job?

What is my place?

A question that I ask and often face

There are some whom care not – no importance to them

But to me it is everything – from where do I stem?

 

You are a light bringer – this is your job

Your place among people – you must never snob

The world is needier day after day

For the souls that can do this - you are needed to stay

 

To help bring some love – show some light on the shadows

To hold up the walls of this fragile existence

You must try to stand tall – some would want you to fall

You are on the side of light – but must try not to fight

Just continue to be & help set some souls free

  22.6.07



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2 juin 2009 2 02 /06 /juin /2009 10:01

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APRICOT GIRL ( of my dreams)

 

Girl in an apricot dress

Wavers on the parapet

What a prime view

Of a tragedy

From down here

 

Oh, oh,

Others join my girl

Climb out of the windows

Do they have to push

The bloody fools

They’ve done it now

 

I can see her falling

Apricot dress

Billowing

Not a parachute

I look again

She’s an apricot smudge

We share the pavement

I bellow on

She fell without a word

Not a cry

 

It was only a short time

Before the catastrophe

That I searched anxiously

Through the building

Through the crowds of spooks

Rooms empty of you.

 

                                       AERONWY  THOMAS

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TELESCOPE

 

Look out to sea:

a couple of swimmers

battling the waves.

I see a liner

Sending out flares,

A rubber dinghy

Dolphin shaped

Caught in nets

About to sink

Out to sea.

 

The trick is to turn

The telescope,

An inverted

Periscope,

Into the waters

To see

A mermaid

Struggling,

Caught in seaweed

At the bottom

Of the ocean,

Giant clams

Snapping

Crabs

Rapping.

 

I put aside

My telescope

And see

A rhinoceros

Approaching the shore

With heavy strokes.

I step into the water

Get hold of his horns

And in one twisting move

Swing him towards

The open sea.

In dreams you are as strong

As you choose to be.

 

I take my telescope.

Now let’s see,

Thought as much,

He’s taken the load:

Swimmers, passengers

Nets and mermaid

On his back

And rides on gentle waves

Towards me

On the shore

Where I wait

In vain

To welcome them

 

My scope

Fallen on the floor

Of my torn dream.

 

 

                                           AERONWY  THOMAS

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DRUM

 

I played the tin whistle for him

played the flute

played the violin

played the bassoon

the organ

the saxophone

the trumpet

and the trombone.

He looked my way

And seeing me

Looked away again.

He only answers to the drum…ter tum.

 

                                                        AERONWY  THOMAS

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23 mai 2009 6 23 /05 /mai /2009 12:32

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THE MAGICIAN, de GLORIA FABEL, Norvège (copyright de l'artiste)

 

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THE SORCERER

 

He                               He                               He

walks                           runs                             eyes me

nonchalantly                 to                                up and down

my way                        the next                        unexpectledly

picks off                      one                              inflicts

someone                      on                                vanishing trick

on my right                   the list                         

wham                          mustn’t                          and job done

bam                             waste                           ticks off

he’s gone                     time                             my name

crunch                         those                            before

scrunch                        who know                   jogging

then whirls                   wait                             off - on

towards me                  their turn                      again

                                                                      

                                                                      

twirling his                    he turns                        now you’re here

magic stick                   like a top                      now you’re not.

turns away -                 throws stardust

to smite                        to dazzle

another day.                 comes to a stop.                      AERONWY  THOMAS

 

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21 mai 2009 4 21 /05 /mai /2009 16:32


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                       *   *   *

        Ты придёшь, а меня уже нет.
        Я – частица, энергия, свет.

        И дорога ко мне через мрак
        не объедешь, который никак.

        И тропинка ко мне через зло.
        Через тьму совиньона, мерло...

        Через горький мазут сигарет...
        Позовёшь... А меня уже нет.

        Я уже не прошу, не виню.
        Не пишу никому, не звоню.

        Не смешу, не мешаю, не злю.
        Я уже никого не люблю.

        Ты хотела услышать совет?
        Оглянись... А меня уже нет!

        Пожелай!.. Поцелуя, тепла...
        А меня уже ночь обняла.

        ALEXANDR  CHULKOV,    2006

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