jeudi 6 mars 2008


Oscar Wilde, 1882. REQUIESCAT "TREAD lightly, she is nearUnder the snow,Speak gently, she can hearThe daisies grow. All her bright golden hairTarnished with rust,She that was young and fairFallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow,She hardly knewShe was a woman, soSweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone,Lie on her breast,I vex my heart aloneShe is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hearLyre or sonnet,All my life's buried here,Heap earth upon it." Avignon,... [Lire la suite]
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