Patate chaude : La chaîne des poètes…
Casajordi me transmet une patate chaude : la chaîne des poètes… J’avoue avoir pas mal réfléchi sur mon poème préféré. J’aime particulièrement le poème de Prevert chanté par Yves Montand : En sortant de l’école.
Mais je vous parlerais plutôt de John Keats. J’ai connu ce poète anglais à travers la saga de Dan Simmons : Hypérion, dont l’auteur s’est inspiré pour écrire ce roman de SF en 4 volumes.
Parce que j’aime cette saga, et que j’ai été lire Mr Keats grâce à Simmons, je vous fais part de ces quelques lignes extraites du livre premier d’Hypérion.
DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung about his head
Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer’s day
Robs not one light seed from the feather’d grass,
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more
By reason of his fallen divinity
Spreading a shade: the Naiad ’mid her reeds
Press’d her cold finger closer to her lips.
Along the margin-sand large foot-marks went,
No further than to where his feet had stray’d,
And slept there since. Upon the sodden ground
His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead,
Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed;
While his bow’d head seem’d list’ning to the Earth,
His ancient mother, for some comfort yet.
Et puis je passe cette patate chaude à Mathilde, Céline et Aurélien :)…
