Nathan Katz – La mort n’existe pas

Magnifique poésie
merci de poster.

BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD

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,
éternellement.

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

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Harper Lee

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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 ~

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~ Poetry ~

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THE JOURNEY by David Whyte

Above the mountains
the Geese turn into
the light again
Painting their black silhouettes
on an open sky.
Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens
so you can find
the one line
already written
inside of you.
Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that
small, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.
Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out
someone has written
something new
in the ashes
of your life.
You are not leaving
You are arriving.

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Inuit Art

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Festival Owl

Kenojuak is one of Canada’s best-known printmakers (courtesy West Baffin Eskimo Co-operative).

Standing Woman

By Joe Talirunili (courtesy DINA/POV 132S60 1).

Many Heads

By Victoria Mamnguqsualuk (courtesy DINA/BL102PRB2 14).

Miniature Mask

Soapstone miniature mask, Igloolik region, NWT, Dorset Culture (courtesy NMC).

Figure of a Man

Walrus tusk, Igloolik region, NWT, Dorset culture (courtesy NGC).

Antler with Carved Faces

Caribou antler, Igloolik area, NWT, Dorset culture (courtesy NGC).

Woman

Jessie Oonark, Baker Lake, NWT (reproduced with the permission of the Estate of Jessie Oonark).

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The Man Who Planted Trees.

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The Man Who Planted Trees
“In order for the character of a human being to reveal truly exceptional qualities, we must have the good fortune to observe its action over a long period of years. If this action is devoid of all selfishness, if the idea that directs it is one of unqualified generosity, if it is absolutely certain that it has not sought recompense anywhere, and if moreover it has left visible marks on the world, then we are unquestionably dealing with an unforgettable character.” – Jean Giono

 

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Life.

LIFE. Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall? Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily Enjoy them as they fly! What though Death at times steps in, And calls our best away? What though sorrow seems to win, O'er hope, a heavy sway? Yet Hope again elastic springs, Unconquered, though she fell; Still buoyant are her golden wings, Still strong to bear us well. Manfully, fearlessly, The day of trail bear, For gloriously, victoriously, Can courage quell despair! - Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855)

LIFE.
Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in,
And calls our best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O’er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trail bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!
– Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855)

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