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En ce moment je relis un livre que j'aime beaucoup, et je voudrai svous faire partager quelques passages, donc je commence le sujet et si vous avez des poemes que vous aimez, faites les partager aussi!
Je ne vais aps donner tous les passages maintenant car il y en a trop, ce livre comporte pas mal de poetes et beaucoup sont tres interessants. J'ai decouvert ce livre et un de ces poetes a Londres lors d'une conference et c'etait une soiree extraordinaire. Par contre c'est en anglais mais assez simple a comprendre.
Le bouquin s'intitule "a crack in the Wall, new Arab poetry"
FORWARD MARCH
A voice shouted.
The child turned around.
He fell into step.
Came only to the wall.
Turned and marched back.
Found only the wall.
Turned half right.
Found only the wall.
Turned half left.
The door opened.
The voice still shouting.
His soul was white.
SHOOT
Through the window
He took aim.
With his trigger finger.
A man fell dead.
The street did not move.
The sun did not move.
The sky watched the child.
Child with trigger finger
Took aim at it.
It did not move.
The child fired.
Les deux poemes sont de Mohammed Dib qui est Algerien.
Et el dernier pour aujourd'hui...lol
MEN KILL ME
Men kill me
How they think the sun is all for them
and the water is all for them
How they accept the wind at their backs
as if the wind was the handmaid of their father
and they inherited her without a murmur
Men kill me,
how they think the earth of green and gold and God is all for them
How they feel generous in leaving one small spot
between four walls for all the women of the world
How they swallow all the meadows' wild colour upon colour
and feel grand if they remember to bring one red rose for a woman
Men kill me
How, if a woman takes one ray of the sun
or cuts a river through the water,
they accuse her of violating
the Copernican order
of upsetting the orbits of the planets
and the orbits of the pilgrims at the Ka'ba
Men kill me
How they forget that the world is resting
on the back of a tortoise
and the tortoise is poised on a spider
and the spider is dangling like a drop of sweat
from the temple of the woman scrubbing the floor
under the feet of Copernicus and the pilgrims at the Ka'ba
Poeme de Mohja Kahf qui est de la Syrie.
Voila pour moi, n'hesitez pas a faire partager les poemes que vous aimez....
En ce moment je relis un livre que j'aime beaucoup, et je voudrai svous faire partager quelques passages, donc je commence le sujet et si vous avez des poemes que vous aimez, faites les partager aussi!
Je ne vais aps donner tous les passages maintenant car il y en a trop, ce livre comporte pas mal de poetes et beaucoup sont tres interessants. J'ai decouvert ce livre et un de ces poetes a Londres lors d'une conference et c'etait une soiree extraordinaire. Par contre c'est en anglais mais assez simple a comprendre.
Le bouquin s'intitule "a crack in the Wall, new Arab poetry"
FORWARD MARCH
A voice shouted.
The child turned around.
He fell into step.
Came only to the wall.
Turned and marched back.
Found only the wall.
Turned half right.
Found only the wall.
Turned half left.
The door opened.
The voice still shouting.
His soul was white.
SHOOT
Through the window
He took aim.
With his trigger finger.
A man fell dead.
The street did not move.
The sun did not move.
The sky watched the child.
Child with trigger finger
Took aim at it.
It did not move.
The child fired.
Les deux poemes sont de Mohammed Dib qui est Algerien.
Et el dernier pour aujourd'hui...lol
MEN KILL ME
Men kill me
How they think the sun is all for them
and the water is all for them
How they accept the wind at their backs
as if the wind was the handmaid of their father
and they inherited her without a murmur
Men kill me,
how they think the earth of green and gold and God is all for them
How they feel generous in leaving one small spot
between four walls for all the women of the world
How they swallow all the meadows' wild colour upon colour
and feel grand if they remember to bring one red rose for a woman
Men kill me
How, if a woman takes one ray of the sun
or cuts a river through the water,
they accuse her of violating
the Copernican order
of upsetting the orbits of the planets
and the orbits of the pilgrims at the Ka'ba
Men kill me
How they forget that the world is resting
on the back of a tortoise
and the tortoise is poised on a spider
and the spider is dangling like a drop of sweat
from the temple of the woman scrubbing the floor
under the feet of Copernicus and the pilgrims at the Ka'ba
Poeme de Mohja Kahf qui est de la Syrie.
Voila pour moi, n'hesitez pas a faire partager les poemes que vous aimez....
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