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28/06/2014

Lord Byron + un fameux blues

 La poésie a toujours été là pour tonifier le moral et les cœurs qui sans elle flancheraient. Voici un poème de Lord Byron dont j'ai mis une traduction à moi, qui vaut ce qu'elle vaut :

 

There be none of Beauty's daughters

With a magic like Thee ;

And like music on the waters

Is thy sweet voice to me :

When, as if its sound were causing

the charmed ocean's pausing,

the waves lie still and gleaming,

And the lull'd winds seem dreaming,

And the midnight moon is weaving

Her bright chain o'er the deep,

Whose breast is gently heaving

As an infant's asleep,

So the spirit bows before thee

To listen and adore thee,

With a full but soft emotion 

Like the swell of Summer's ocean.

 

Aucune des filles de Beauté

ne possède une magie comme toi ;

Et pareille à une musique sur les eaux

ta voix m'est douce  :

quand, comme si leur murmure offrait

le repos à l'océan charmé

les vagues s'allongent tranquilles et brillantes,

et que les vents apaisés semblent rêver,

 tandis que la lune de minuit tisse

sa chaîne lumineuse au-dessus du firmament

dont la poitrine se soulève légèrement

comme celle d'un nourrisson endormi,

alors l'esprit s'incline devant toi

pour écouter et t'adorer

avec une émotion pleine mais douce

comme la houle de l'océan d'été.  

 

Ensuite, en visitant le blog de Garcia, j'ai pu écouter ce fameux blues, ô délice ! :

 

 

 

The wide world is all about you: You can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.
~ J.R.R. Tolkien

Ma traduction :  Le vaste monde est à vous : vous pouvez vous y enfermer vous-même, mais vous ne pouvez pas pour toujours le clôturer.

Autrement dit, on ne peut prendre éternellement possession du monde. Une citation relative au pouvoir.  

 

 

 

 

 

11/06/2014

Photo du jour... et musique

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Lay down in the tall grass
In a flat-bottomed boat
We lay down and wait for you
With nothing but a piece of rope
Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight
I'll be dreaming every night of you
I'll be shaking at the sight - of - you

Will you beg for forgiveness
Will you pray to be saved
The way you choke your children
When they spit in your face
Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight
I'll be dreaming every night of you
I'll be shaking at the sight

I dreamt you found me out in a field
You tripped over my site
And you dug me out of a shallow grave
With your Swiss Army knife

And only you could revive me
So badly decomposed
I was bone-white, dry and scaly
But you still took me home

Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight of you
I'll be dreaming every night of you

And how could you be so serene
Motivation unclear
In a late basement seance
That brought us to tears
Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight
Oh, I'll be dreaming every night of you
I'll be shaking at the sight

I dreamt you found me out in a field
You tripped over my site
And you dug me out of a shallow grave
With your Swiss Army knife

And only you could revive me
So badly decomposed
I was bone-white, dry, and scaly
But you still took me home

Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight of you
I'll be dreaming every night of you

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22/05/2014

les sœurs

 

 

 

"If It Be Your Will"

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

If it be your will.