Enlacement

Dans mes rêves, je t’embrasse fort,
si fort,
que mon coeur en est brisé de douleur.

Posted at 8:51 am on May 5, 2009 | leave a comment | Filed Under: My Poetry | read on

The Affirming Flame

Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
~W.H. Auden, September 1, 1939

Posted at 1:27 am on April 28, 2009 | leave a comment | Filed Under: Others' Poetry | read on

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George Eliot said it best: “To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely ordered variety on the chords of emotion—a soul in which knowledge passes instantaneously into feeling, and feeling flashes back as a new organ of knowledge.”

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