"georges" poems
Le matin - En dormant.
J'entends des voix. Lueurs à travers ma paupière.
Une cloche est en branle à l'église Saint-Pierre.
Cris des baigneurs. Plus près ! plus **** ! non, par ici !
Non, par là ! Les oiseaux gazouillent, Jeanne aussi.
Georges l'appelle. Chant des coqs. Une truelle
Racle un toit. Des chevaux passent dans la ruelle.
Grincement d'une faux qui coupe le gazon.
Chocs. Rumeurs. Des couvreurs marchent sur la maison.
Bruits du port. Sifflement des machines chauffées.
Musique militaire arrivant par bouffées.
Brouhaha sur le quai. Voix françaises. Merci.
Bonjour. Adieu. Sans doute il est **** car voici
Que vient tout près de moi chanter mon rouge-gorge.
Vacarme de marteaux lointains dans une forge.
L'eau clapote. On entend haleter un steamer.
Une mouche entre. Souffle immense de la mer.
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matrimoni tradizionali sono un fantastico modo per dare il via alla settimana .non credi ?Soprattutto un matrimonio tradizionale bella come questa vicenda Perth catturato da DeRay \u0026Simcoe .Perché questo è un matrimonio che è tutto prendere il fiato con i fiori splendidi e uno stile
di Rebecca Grazia .una cerimonia mozzafiato e attimo dopo attimo di tutti i tappi FELICI .Vedi tutto qui .
ColorsSeasonsSpringSettingsChurchEvent VenueStylesTraditional Elegance
Dal DeRay \u0026Simcoe .What a wonderful affare !Il tipo di giornata neanche un po 'di pioggia potrebbe smorzare .
Tina pianificato la sua sorprendente matrimonio di Shannon con una splendida pesca morbida e fuori schema di colore bianco .Si guardò raggiante nel suo vestiti da sposa abito abiti da sposa corti Pallas con bellissimi fiori di Rebecca Grazia .
Hanno tenuto una cerimonia tradizionale cattolica.fra cui una ***** piena in una delle chiese più belle di Perth .San Giuseppe .Abbiamo fatto le foto al Palazzo del Parlamento fino a quando il tempo era vestiti da sposa freddo e bagnato.quindi abbiamo cercato un po ' di calore in un bar contemporaneo - George .
Dopo alcuni cocktail la festa nuziale erano felici di sfidare il tempo .camminando per le strade piovose di St Georges Terrace in Perth CBD conseguente foto romantiche con un'atmosfera vecchio Hollywood .
La loro accoglienza è stata assolutamente incredibile.tenuto alto le cime degli alberi con vista sulle luci della città brillano .L'arredamento classico bianco è stato accompagnato da centinaia di candele .
Tina e Shannon erano così delizioso .prima .durante e dopo il matrimonio .siamo stati così fortunati da parte di questa magica giornata .
Fotografia : DeRay e Simcoe | Floral Design : Rebecca Grazia | Abito da sposa: Pallas Couture | Cake: Elegance Edible | Cerimonia Luogo : San Giuseppe | Banco Luogo : Centro di Accoglienza Stato Perth | Scarpe : Badgley Mischka | Anelli : Ross Ezechiele |capelli : Shane Dias | Auto : Limousine Impressionante | Sedia Covers : Touched By Angels | Trucco : Lauren legno | Banco Styling : Rebecca Grazia | Video : Inception VideoBadgley Mischka è un membro del nostro Look Book .Per ulteriori informazioni su come vengono scelti i membri .fare clic qui
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
A Dentist from Weehawken was feeling miserably;
Depressed, down in the mouth, you know how that can be.
Walt thought salt air would do him good and so he went to sea.
He chartered a large fishing boat and paid a hefty fee.
They set a course for Georges Bank where clam and cod abound.
For centuries this place has been a fertile fishing ground.
With bated breath and baited hook, Walter set his line.
He’d catch some rays and have some beers and have a real good time.
But Fate had other plans for him, things took a darker turn.
Those who fish for sport, not food, are beasts as he’d soon learn.
A tug upon his line foretold the battle to take place
It nearly pulled him from his chair and so began the chase.
What monster he had on his line, the dentist didn’t know.
He played the creature skillfully as it thrashed to and fro.
The massive tuna breached the waves and landed with a splat,
It wore coke bottle glasses and a red Greek fishing hat.
Walt, the dentist, looked upon his catch and was aghast
As “Charlie, the Star-Kist tuna, gasped and breathed his last.
The dentist took a “selfie” that was seen the world around.
Charlie, the Tuna with good taste, had been brought to ground.
“Perhaps I’ll mount him on my wall” Walt said thoughtlessly.
Little did he know what this would cost him personally.
These days Walt is in hiding in his Northern Jersey town.
His patients have all left him and he closed his office down.
His car has four slashed tires, there’s graffiti on his walls.
He can’t even go on Facebook, he’s been unfriended by them all.
So if you are a hunter who wants to **** a hippopotamus,
before you shoot be sure to check and see if he's anonymous!
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
Ello, Enlightenment.
Yet we meet again,
Your elusiveness is profound.
Because, I haven’t found,
How to hold on to thee.
Shall I sit underneath a tree?
No, I will just be.
In tune with nature,
Like the bees.
In my future,
What changes things? Powerfully,
I think, that it is me.
Self-centeredism is the past,
Forget your sins.
Commit good only, please.
Freeze time. Forward-backward,
Not an option, but now we are here.
Forget time, unleash your nowness.
We are here as sentient beings.
Can you change anything?
Be that which you are,
But don’t be the same as you were.
Growth comes from you,
Inside your mind.
It’s a choice, so choose first;
That which is better.
Don’t settle like the dirt under your feet.
Push forward and see the beautiful
Being that you can be,
that you are to me.
By: GeoEthE
Georges Ethan Eloquin
Good Environmental Ethics
Great Energy Everywhere
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
<p><p> matrimoni tradizionali sono un fantastico modo per dare il via alla settimana .non credi ?Soprattutto un matrimonio tradizionale bella come questa vicenda Perth catturato da DeRay \u0026Simcoe .Perché questo è un matrimonio che è tutto prendere il fiato con i fiori splendidi e uno stile <p><a href="http://www.belloabito.com/goods.php?id=686" target="_blank"><img width="240" height="320" src="http://188.138.88.219/images_ld/td//t35/product_thumb/1/4466435353535_395665.jpg"></a></p> di Rebecca Grazia .una cerimonia mozzafiato e attimo dopo attimo di tutti i tappi FELICI .Vedi tutto qui .<p>ColorsSeasonsSpringSettingsChurchEvent VenueStylesTraditional Elegance <p> Dal DeRay \u0026Simcoe .What a wonderful affare !Il tipo di giornata neanche un po 'di pioggia potrebbe smorzare .<p> Tina pianificato la sua sorprendente matrimonio di Shannon con una splendida pesca morbida e fuori schema di colore bianco .Si guardò raggiante nel suo <b>vestiti da sposa</b> abito <a href="http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-corti-c-49"><b>abiti da sposa corti</b></a> Pallas con bellissimi fiori di Rebecca Grazia .<p> Hanno tenuto una cerimonia tradizionale cattolica.fra cui una ***** piena in una delle chiese più belle di Perth .San Giuseppe .Abbiamo fatto le foto al Palazzo del Parlamento fino a quando il tempo era <a href="http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-c-1"><b>vestiti da sposa</b></a> freddo e bagnato.quindi abbiamo cercato un po ' di calore in un bar contemporaneo - George .<p> Dopo alcuni cocktail la festa nuziale erano felici di sfidare il tempo .camminando per le strade piovose di St Georges Terrace in Perth CBD conseguente foto romantiche con un'atmosfera vecchio Hollywood .<p> La loro accoglienza è stata assolutamente incredibile.tenuto alto le cime degli alberi con vista sulle luci della città brillano .L'arredamento classico bianco è stato accompagnato da centinaia di candele .<p> Tina e Shannon erano così delizioso .prima .durante e dopo il matrimonio .siamo stati così fortunati da parte di questa magica giornata .<p> Fotografia : DeRay e Simcoe | Floral Design : Rebecca Grazia | Abito da sposa: Pallas Couture | Cake: Elegance Edible | Cerimonia Luogo : San Giuseppe | Banco Luogo : Centro di Accoglienza Stato Perth | Scarpe : Badgley Mischka | Anelli : Ross Ezechiele |capelli : Shane Dias | Auto : Limousine Impressionante | Sedia Covers : Touched By Angels | Trucco : Lauren legno | Banco Styling : Rebecca Grazia | Video : Inception VideoBadgley Mischka è un membro del nostro Look Book .Per ulteriori informazioni su come vengono scelti i membri .fare clic qui</p>
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
☭ ⛧ Ⓐ ⛧ ☭ ⛧ Ⓐ ⛧☭ ⛧ Ⓐ ⛧ ☭ ⛧
Incensed by mighty Milo, you act brave
then rage and bludgeon, shutting down dissent
while Mario Savio shudders in his grave.
Behold: another shameful sad event.
Youthful useful idiots on the attack,
pawns of global capital dressed in black:
Bernie's Berserkley: raze it to the ground
and Donald will be twenty-twenty bound.
Georges Sorel, amused, looks on in silence
at your half-baked proletarian violence,
infantile intifada, civil war,
a glimpse of what the future has in store:
you are the fascists you've been waiting for.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
Le Troquet le Méribel à Croix-Daurade
(Chronique des années de Blues et de fièvres)
C'était un bar de Croix-Daurade,
Dans les années soixante-dix,
Placé sur la route d'Albi,
Près du Lycée Raymond-Naves
Qui lui donnait sa clientèle
De jeunes gens émerveillés
De découvrir leur liberté
**** des regards de leurs parents
Ce bar était dans l’air du temps,
Des banquettes de moleskine
Un jukebox passant les tubes
De ces «golden seventies»
dont les jeunesses s’étaient saisies
Pour jeter les bases d’un Monde
Qui puisse leur ressembler un peu
Les chansons étaient leurs bannières :
Parfois «Let It Be» des Beatles, parfois
«My Sweet Lord» de Georges Harrison
Quelque fois, l'harmonica de Dylan
Évoquant Monsieur «Tambourine Man»,
Et bien d'autres que j’ai oubliées.
Nous buvions le plus souvent
Des petits noirs sans soif ni fin,
Parfois quelques bières pour les garçons
Des diabolos menthe pour les filles.
Nos conversations infinies,
S'enflammaient d'esquisses de flirt,
Et nous étions tous fascinés,
par leurs regards pareil à des aimants,
Leurs les longs cheveux dénoués,
et leurs yeux emplis de lumière.
Les filles nous semblaient belles et douces
Et nous n'osions pas assez le leur dire.
Mais leur présence charmante
Piquaient notre fièvre de «Tchatcher»
Lorsqu'il y eu la grève au lycée,
Suite aux blessures infligées
au normalien, Richard Deshayes
Le café devint un vrai QG,
Où nous préparions nos expéditions,
Des militants vinrent recruter,
Et nous initièrent aux querelles
Qui n'avaient rien à envier
A celles des Byzantins assiégés.
Il y avait le bel Alfredo,
Et des étudiants qui faisaient
Tourner la tête aux Lycéennes .
C’étaient comme l’écrivit Louis Aragon :
«Des temps déraisonnables»
Mais c’était une époque de fantaisie
Ou le demain se conjuguait
Au rythme de notre insolence
Et d’une soif de vivre sans pareil.
Paul Arrighi
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
He falters now where once trod firm
I helped him whenever I could
Here was he, whose favor I'd sought
frail body where the man once stood
My spirit soared and loves him still
he had heard my heart’s lonesome cries
When I was the child of few years
while he a man grown old and wise
His was the soul I based mine on
the kind spirit who loved me most
Strength of purpose flowed from his mind
now stands this vision like a ghost
I bear witness as time runs out
where once I advanced in his sight
Both by favor and through merit
his eyes beheld my future bright
In time may we all find our place
helping others achieve their dream
While I could only hope to be
held by someone in such esteem
He's lost none of his true spirit
that still holds to my heart so dear
I will follow where this heart leads
every day of every year
Tate
The original with music and video of Georges wedding from 1957 in 8mm is here
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/644192
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
It's 1969 in Lancaster where time is lame
where the stagecoach calls as
the bandage falls from
the legs of the clock,
where the face looks on in utter shock as
the tick tock bleeds its last.
Once when time was fast and the mornings flew
and we as kids knew what to do
with the leftovers dropped from the feast of the day,
heading on down to skinnydip in the bay and
catching the final splashings of rays from the sun,
racing through that tidal surge and the urge to run
forever
never entered our heads.
Sleep left me to bed down with the awkward nights,
puberty and the rites of man
where passages can twist and turn on
the long road to learn the
lessons in life.
And I enter again through the door of
wanting much more,not knowing
what wanting is waiting inside and ride
down the years, through jam doughnuts and
tears beside and alongside
the shadows which echo the laughs
of my youth.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
Everything you do can never be undone.
Every moment is as if it never existed.
Your actions impact and stamp the world.
A trail of ripples follows your path.
Inside the wake is a glimpse of peace.
Truth is a piece of mind; unwind.
The reel of memory hidden in the brain,
Understand the consequences of inaction.
Mindfulness is the key to be,
A balanced individual can take the opportunity.
To open a door, down a road.
Around the bend, you won’t know,
Let go of ego and flee from you.
Come across a person who is more you,
Inspiration: Be a better person than you were.
A Man or a Wo-man, shall you be ever prosperous.
As a human being we can all get along with our heavenly brothers.
Earthlings have a responsibility, to be responsible.
Stewards of the sand, rocks, mountains;
Rivers, oceans, trees, and bees are all gems.
Lions, bears, dogs and even cats,
Entitled, to the basic rights of a sentient.
You and I, I and she, he and them,
Take care of the gifts you have been given.
Embrace your talents and follow your drive,
Help another, make a friend,
No one is a stranger, if you tell them your name.
In the beginning, and in the end,
We are all made of the same.
Vote for Better (You)
By: Georges Ethan Eloquin
GeoEthE
Good Environmental Ethics
Great Energy Everywhere
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
Georges Seurat paints my vision,
my eyes see through his art,
but that's the nice way of saying
you are closer if I shut my right eye
and farther if I shut my left.
Somedays, I read "O" as "Q",
and occasionally, you aren't you.
You are that person whose face,
hair, and build are similar
to that other person I know.
Your voice will give it away,
unless you walk close
on a cloudless sunny day.
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 7:55 PM UTC
EnerGEE, yea that’s me.
Learn how to free think.
Yearn for the best,
Greater than the rest.
Have you seen my family crest?
You don’t know me,
Don’t know im fresh, dressed
In my kicks. Black high top
And my flow don’t stop.
Just cause I pause,
Don’t mean I misstep.
That energy you keep
Spread it be free.
Live strong, Live happily.
I am not here long
but my roots spread like a tree.
You can’t understand the way I feel.
No specific emotion,
Just being in motion.
That’s powerful to me,
And I can’t even breathe.
Things around me I cant see
That greatly affect me.
EnerGEE!
By Georges Ethan Eloquin
Good Environmental Ethics
Great Energy Everywhere
GeoEthE
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
Before that Final day
dictates the Sounds & Furies
as All as eye
for you by you
the minutia dress of un-success
dross and bullets
butterfly wings beautiful
garbage
gots to sho-fo...
Before the infinite space eyes
scrutinize
on that final day
beyond spatial searching
for good graces
like light being recognized
love on all faces
on that last day having failed
our Mother's womb
this fine fine fortress of a home
evergreen--sea--sky--blue
if Absolute were upon us
curtains and swan songs
for Georges and Gorgeous dreams
this beautiful jetsam
garbage heap
from Rosetta ashes
with form from crushed cosmic soups
a stone
spinning kaleidoscope
at most, spheres
with tearful fears
bewilderment cheers
heavenly lungs vying
all of us here impatiently dying
everyday with the sun
Wait for the Father's love
to once again save us
before the infinite
upheaval...
Upon piles and piles of off-putting
garbage heaps
a child is picking up things
anything of value
something of sustenance
lessons of happenstance
And Low! It is not good...
All are our children - being denied food & mirth
But what is a song to a diminished bird?
no cage more cruel than loss of life's worth
the tossed away
little tiny
shavings from the noble
mettle from Excalibur's dross
diamonds glittering nightime gowns
picking up trash in prestine dresses?
babies precious lumps of coal
with little value
but our future blessed...
In the heart's sacred berths
Love upholds
Life more than gold...
*Because... Day oh! Mi za Day - oh!
Daylight has come..."*
(Home = Priceless)
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
I sit on a moon and smile all day long,
for my husband.
I wear tentacles on my head and dance around,
for my husband.
I have no speaking role and yet I am the star.
Georges grins from behind the lens.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
There’s many legends told of those who tended to the nets
Whose talents brought grown men to tears, made bookies hedge their bets.
One man’s special gift was to make the goal lamp glow
Therein begins the woeful tale of Red Light Racicot.
The story starts at Granby in Quebec’s junior ranks,
Where pimply youths have slapshots which seem fired from tanks,
And flashy cat-quick goaltenders will often steal the show;
Alas, no such heroics came from Red Light Racicot.
The ease he was beat stick-side left his goalie coaches dumb.
Granby supporters prayed as one that they would trade the ***
They called him “Ancient Mariner” (stopping one in three or so),
Surely Les Habitants would not sign Red Light Racicot.
But indeed, Les Canadiens dragooned him in the draft,
Fully convincing one and all that Serge Savard was daft.
Children throughout the province prayed *Dear merciful God, No!
Don’t let our Forum bear the taint of Red Light Racicot.*
But then came a stretch where Patrick Roy’s work had been poor,
And Hayward and Vinny Riendeau had each been shown the door.
And Montreal fans heard the saddest words they’d ever know:
…Starting in goal this evening is Red Light Racicot.
He flailed at wobbly wristers and wound up on his ****
And gave up much more five-hole than any village ****
Even cross-check befogged Savard knew it was time to go
And mercifully, he released poor Red Light Racicot
In Heaven there’s a glowing rink where gods of hockey skate:
Maurice Richard, Howie Lorenz, all of the truly great.
In one net, Georges Vezina makes saves with stick and toe
But someday they’ll all float soft goals past Red Light Racicot.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Mon doux Georges, viens voir une ménagerie
Quelconque, chez Buffon, au cirque, n'importe où ;
Sans sortir de Lutèce allons en Assyrie,
Et sans quitter Paris partons pour Tombouctou.
Viens voir les léopards de Tyr, les gypaètes,
L'ours grondant, le boa formidable sans bruit,
Le zèbre, le chacal, l'once, et ces deux poètes,
L'aigle ivre de soleil, le vautour plein de nuit.
Viens contempler le lynx sagace, l'amphisbène
À qui Job comparait son faux ami Sepher,
Et l'obscur tigre noir, dont le masque d'ébène
A deux trous flamboyants par où l'on voit l'enfer.
Voir de près l'oiseau fauve et le frisson des ailes,
C'est charmant ; nous aurons, sous de très sûrs abris,
Le spectacle des loups, des jaguars, des gazelles,
Et l'éblouissement divin des colibris.
Sortons du bruit humain. Viens au jardin des plantes.
Penchons-nous, à travers l'ombre où nous étouffons
Sur les douleurs d'en bas, vaguement appelantes,
Et sur les pas confus des inconnus profonds.
L'animal, c'est de l'ombre errant dans les ténèbres ;
On ne sait s'il écoute, on ne sait s'il entend ;
Il a des cris hagards, il a des yeux funèbres ;
Une affirmation sublime en sort pourtant.
Nous qui régnons, combien de choses inutiles
Nous disons, sans savoir le mal que nous faisons !
Quand la vérité vient, nous lui sommes hostiles,
Et contre la raison nous avons des raisons.
Corbière à la tribune et Frayssinous en chaire
Sont fort inférieurs à la bête des bois ;
L'âme dans la forêt songe et se laisse faire ;
Je doute dans un temple, et sur un mont je crois.
Dieu par les voix de l'ombre obscurément se nomme ;
Nul Quirinal ne vaut le fauve Pélion ;
Il est bon, quand on vient d'entendre parler l'homme,
D'aller entendre un peu rugir le grand lion.
491
George lies in the dark
of his room, a slit of light
from the moon squeezes
through the gap of the
curtains and makes a streak
onto the floor and the wall
by his bed. He hears gunshot
and explosions, hears men's
moans from No-Man's Land,
senses rats run along the trench.
His hands shake, his eyes stare.
By the window fast asleep a
nurse sits unaware of the wars
inside George's head as he lies
in bed. He watches as Grimes
sits against the trench wall,
smoking a cigarette, then
stands up and goes to the steps,
and looks over the top; smoke
from his cigarette floating
about his head; a whine, splat
and Grimes falls back dead.
Georges stares and mumbles.
Grimes lies staring into the
blackness as if an answer is there.
George gets out of bed, walks
to the wall to tend to Grimes.
The chair by the wall where
the nurse's coat lies stands still.
George talks to the coat, talks
to Grimes. The coat is silent
and unmoving like one dead.
George sees Grimes lying there
in his broken mind and head.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
Judges instead;
Georges they have.
Equal rights and justice,
Yet injustices ruined the day;
For justices we need to pay.
Justice:
An overflow for the wealthy,
A hopeless wish for the poor;
For the affluent, an everlasting quench;
Eternal hunger for the poor.
Africa:
No money, justice is buried;
No status, freedom is lavished.
Equality, abomination for the poor;
Justice, everlasting quench for the rich.
Blindfolded by:
"Let justice be done to all";
Yet justice is done to some.
Democracy or Oligarchy,
Elitism or Democracy;
Answer yet to come.
To all, let justice be done
Thy prevail justice not,
Beneath the beneath;
Our fate till eternity.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
my man is down rod-ken-doll 26.08.18
saturday started like a germ
rodrigo and humour no maybe
hilarious was idea and fake *****
in fits with quote "allot of baby".
at this time on wall no writing
dan was to read a disciplinary
sam smith and white object was inviting
all jumping to conclusion with summary.
my man was to whisper careless
but up-most respect is the can
like a sword fight in chess
no gossip done by roxanne.
kirsty and a woman's intuition
explaining to rodrigo to shut
a bit like nick and boxing edition
the WBA like stock exchange would cut.
now what is forbidden
rodrigo and natlie were detective clever
off his trolley will remain hidden
the true meaning discovered so luck for ever.
nature was broody
no need to beg
did nick deliberately try to bring out moody
suggesting cake and hardeep and the egg.
now a bit of my brother
originally not georges crown
sally misinterpreted cover
no wainwright or hardeep but natlie going to town.
the eggs had no ends
in kitchen still volatile
while boxing in garden between friends
dan and roxanne showed style.
hardeep went to soak
maybe thinking of comedy literature
natalie to to sally did stoke
highlighting all is like theatre.
three getting ready
all glam and glitter to see
natlie and a line now steady
your not on unless next to me.
gabby and chloe on love bubble
at present dignity in tact
no chance of rodrigo holding up trouble
not on tv a *** act.
natlie had the doom
hardeep offered hand
up and out the room
can not with viewers understand.
hardeep very humble
grateful to explain orwellian
gave me a great word to stumble
in love with machiavellian.
before end some hurt
gabby with love not to handle
touching was dan and tshirt
ending with rodrigo going blowing out my candle.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
saint George he slayed a dragon or so the story goes
wether this is true or not no one really knows
is it just a fable made up from the past
some thing we were told that was meant to last
did he really **** it or did it run away
or was it just a hoax to get st Georges day
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Ô Georges, tu seras un homme. - Tu sauras
A qui tu dois ton coeur, à qui tu dois ton bras,
Ce que ta voix doit dire au peuple, à l'homme, au monde ;
Et je t'écouterai dans ma tombe profonde.
Songe que je suis là ; songe que je t'entends ;
Demande-toi si nous, les morts, sommes contents ;
Tu le voudras, mon Georges. Oh ! je suis bien tranquille !
Ce que pour le grand peuple a fait la grande ville,
Tout ce qu'après Cécrops, tout ce qu'après Rhéa,
Paris chercha, trouva, porta, fonda, créa,
Ces passages du Nil, du Rhin et de l'Adige,
La Révolution française, ce prodige,
La chute du passé, d'où, l'homme libre sort,
La clarté du génie et la noirceur du sort,
La France subjuguant et délivrant la terre,
Tout cela t'emplira l'âme de ce mystère
Dont l'homme est saisi, quand, à l'horizon lointain,
Il sent la mer immense ou l'énorme destin.
C'est ainsi que se font ceux qui parlent aux foules,
Ceux que les ouragans, les rocs, les flots, les houles,
Attirent, et qui sont rêveurs dans ce milieu
Où le travail de l'homme aide au travail de Dieu.
Alors tu songeras à nos vaillants ancêtres
Ôtant le sceptre aux rois, ôtant les dieux aux prêtres,
Au groupe affreux, tyrans, pontifes, scélérats ;
Ému, tu penseras ; pensif, tu grandiras.
Est-ce un rêve ? oh ! je crois t'entendre. A l'âme humaine,
Aux nations qu'un vent d'en haut remue et mène,
Aux peuples entraînés vers le but pas à pas,
Tu diras les efforts tentés, les beaux trépas,
Les combats, les travaux, les reprises sans nombre,
L'aube démesurée emplissant la grande ombre ;
Pour maintenir les coeurs à ce puissant niveau,
Tu feras des anciens jaillir l'esprit nouveau ;
Tu diras de nos temps les lutteurs héroïques,
Ces vainqueurs purs, ces fiers soldats, ces fronts stoïques,
Et tu feras songer, en les peignant si bien,
Le jeune homme à ton père et le vieillard au mien.
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Je prendrai par la main les deux petits enfants ;
J'aime les bois où sont les chevreuils et les faons,
Où les cerfs tachetés suivent les biches blanches
Et se dressent dans l'ombre effrayés par les branches ;
Car les fauves sont pleins d'une telle vapeur
Que le frais tremblement des feuilles leur fait peur.
Les arbres ont cela de profond qu'ils vous montrent
Que l'éden seul est vrai, que les coeurs s'y rencontrent,
Et que, hors les amours et les nids, tout est vain ;
Théocrite souvent dans le hallier divin
Crut entendre marcher doucement la ménade.
C'est là que je ferai ma lente promenade
Avec les deux marmots. J'entendrai tour à tour
Ce que Georges conseille à Jeanne, doux amour,
Et ce que Jeanne enseigne à George. En patriarche
Que mènent les enfants, je réglerai ma marche
Sur le temps que prendront leurs jeux et leurs repas,
Et sur la petitesse aimable de leurs pas.
Ils cueilleront des fleurs, ils mangeront des mûres.
Ô vaste apaisement des forêts ! ô murmures !
Avril vient calmer tout, venant tout embaumer.
Je n'ai point d'autre affaire ici-bas que d'aimer.
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