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I sought among the drifting leaves,
The golden leaves that once were green,
To see if Love were hiding there
And peeping out between.

For thro’ the silver showers of May
And thro’ the summer’s heavy heat,
In vain I sought his golden head
And light, fast-flying feet.

Perhaps when all the world is bare
And cruel winter holds the land,
The Love that finds no place to hide
Will run and catch my hand.

I shall not care to have him then,
I shall be bitter and a-cold —
It grows too late for frolicking
When all the world is old.

Then little hiding Love, come forth,
Come forth before the autumn goes,
And let us seek thro’ ruined paths
The garden’s last red rose.

Nathan Katz – La mort n’existe pas

Magnifique poésie
merci de poster.


Nathan KatzLa mort n’existe pas : tout est présence, éternellement
pas un battement de ton cœur ne peut se perdre
il continuera de retentir dans les jardins
quand déjà tu reposeras dans l’humidité de la terre

Ce qui criait en toi durant les longues nuits
continuera de vivre sous le couvert des hêtres
dans le souffle fiévreux des orages d’été

Et chaque élan d’amour de ton cœur
sera là, intact encore, au creux des nuits de mai
dans l’appel caressant des sombres feuillages

Tu peux penser ce que tu veux :
tout est présence,


Nathan Katz (1892-1981) – Traduit par Gérard Pfister

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Harper Lee


Author Harper Lee attended the first-ever screening in 1962 of the cinematic version of her book To Kill a Mockingbird. Joined by the film’s stars, Lee was seen at the Director’s Guild of America in Los Angeles, California. On Friday it was announced that Lee had died aged 89 ~