Monday, September 21, 2009

Nos étés trop courts

Summer afternoon in Tymfi Mountain / © I.A. Daglis
 
Adieu, vive clarté de nos étés trop courts!
Charles Baudelaire [Chant d’ Automne]

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  1. Υπέροχη φωτογραφία συνοδευμένη από τους μελαγχολικούς στίχους του Beaudelaire!...
    Χρόνος...πολλοί αναρωτήθηκαν γι αυτόν...πολλοί μίλησαν γι αυτόν... όπως στο απόσπασμα από το ποίημα του
    W.H.Auden: As I Walked Out One Evening
    "....The years shall run like rabbits,
    For in my arms I hold
    The Flower of the Ages,
    And the first love of the world.

    But all the clocks in the city
    Began to whirr and chime:
    'O let not Time deceive you,
    You cannot conquer Time.

    In the burrows of the Nightmare
    Where Justice naked is,
    Time watches from the shadow
    And coughs when you would kiss.

    In headaches and in worry
    Vaguely life leaks away,
    And Time will have his fancy
    To-morrow or to-day.
    ....."

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