tout au fond, de la lumière

Il y a de ces mal être, où je vois pour ma part, au fond d'eux, quelque chose de bon comme une belle lumière qui couve, ici par exemple, dans le texte du jour de ce blog : http://ecransdemikeb.hautetfort.com/archive/2014/06/03/co... 

Mon poème préféré du jour

Us Two

by A.A. Milne

 

 

 

Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:
"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.
Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.
"Let's go together," says Pooh.

"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh.
("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.)
"I think it ought to be twenty-two."
"Just what I think myself," said Pooh.
"It wasn't an easy sum to do,
But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what it is," said Pooh.

"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh.
"Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few-
"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.
"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what they are," said Pooh.

"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh.
"That's right," said Pooh to Me.
"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!
Silly old dragons!"- and off they flew.

"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,
"I'm never afraid with you."

So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. "That's how it is," says Pooh.

 

© A.A. Milne. All rights reserved

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Un poème de Georges-Emmanuel Clancier

 

A jamais nous sauve le cristal de cet instant

Où les vagues battent, où résonnent les années,

Où la vie demeure une chaude promesse.

Il nous emporte en sa lumière

Si dure que l'heure à peine y laisse

Une buée, seul signe où se souvenir

Qu'un nostalgique passage

Un jour a commencé aux gestes de notre aurore.

Je suis fier de luire en cette roche,

D'être le cœur ensoleillé de son avènement,

D'être lancé contre la chair du monde

Pour l'éveiller, pour vous crier votre vie,

Feu de veille  que blessent en vain

Les souffles de l'éphémère.

 

 

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