Poésie

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Le poème qui m'émeut le plus, et par conséquent mon préféré est "The Rebel" du révolutionnaire, écrivain et poète irlandais Padraig Pearse. Sur un des albums des Dubliners, il y en a une lecture par Ronnie Drew avec un fifre qui joue doucement derrière, et bon dieu ! Ca ne rate jamais, ça me prend toujours aux tripes. Oui, mon poème préféré de tous.

And I say to my people's masters : Beware !
Beware of the thing that is coming, beware of the risen people
Who shall take what ye would not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is stronger than life,
And than men's desire to be free ?
We will try it out with you, ye that have harried and held,
Ye that have bullied and bribed,
Tyrants, hypocrites, liars !

Dans mes bras!
C'est aussi un de mes poèmes préférés ^^

Un poète gallois qui me touche beaucoup : R.S. Thomas.

I am a man now,
Pass your hand over my brow,
You can feel the place where the brains grow.

I am like a tree,
From my top boughs I can see
The footprints that led up to me.

There is blood in my veins
That has run clear of the stain
Contracted in so many loins.

Why, then, are my hands red
With the blood of so many dead?
Is this where I was misled?

Why are my hands this way
That they will not do as I say?
Does no God hear when I pray?

I have nowhere to go.
The swift satellites show
The clock of my whole being is slow.

It is too late to start
For destinations not of the heart.
I must stay here with my hurt.

[Mansuetu]

A part les grands poèmes lyriques à la Kipling ou la poésie Irlandaise qui est en effet splendide, les anglais ont aussi fait quelques jolis limericks, irrésistibles, comme celui-ci :

An Old Man from Peru

There was an old man from Peru,

Who dreamed he was eating his shoe.

He woke in a fright

In the middle of the night

And found it was perfectly true.


et celui-ci qui me fait rire depuis vingt ans (oui, bon... chacun ses névroses...)


The Pelican

A wonderful bird is the pelican

His mouth can hold more than his belican

He can take in his beak

Enough food for a week

I'm damned if I know how the helican

[eriani Llopa]

Quand, que, quoi ? Pas eu de message, moi !

Comment ?
Mon Mp se serait-il égaré ?
Et moi qui commençais à penser que ton silence était un affront volontaire!

Bien. J'y parlais de douaire, de dot, de mariage et de monsieur lapinou (celui qui ne me quitte jamais)

Enfin...

[Anilori]

Mansuetu, tes limericks m'ont donné le fou rire