Par l’eau et le feu
Daniel de Montmollin
Alors je dis : Mes mains, faites danser la terre,
sinuer sa vague luisante.
Mais veuillez prendre garde: entre la jarre en fete
et l’impasse de l’urne, il n’est qu’une faible
pression de vos doigts!
She wishes for the cloths of heaven
By W.B. Yeats
Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
enwrought with golden and silver lights,
I would spread the clothes under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
The blackbird loves the earthworm,
The adder loves the sun,
The polar bear an iceberg.
The elephant a bun,
The trout enjoys the river,
The whale enjoys the sea,
And dogs love most an old lamp-post,
But you’r my cup of tea.
