'Petit Mort pour rire' - Tristan Cobière
Va vite, léger peigneur de comètes!
Les herbes au vent seront tes cheveux;
De ton œil béant jailliront les feux
Follets, prisonniers dans les pauvres têtes…
Les fleurs de tombeau qu'on nomme Amourettes
Foisonneront plein ton rire terreux...
Et les myosotis, ces fleurs d'oubliettes...
Ne fais pas le lourd: cercueils de poètes
Pour les croques-morts sont de simples jeux,
Boîtes à violon qui sonnent le creux...
Ils te croiront mort! - Les bourgeois sont bêtes -
Va vite, léger peigneur de comètes!
April 25
'The House of Life (Nuptial Sleep)' Dante Gabriel Rossetti
At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart:
And as the last slow sudden drops are shed
From sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled,
So singly flagged the pulses of each heart.
Their bosoms sundered, with the opening start
Of married flowers to either side outspread
From the knit stem; yet still their mouths, burnt red,
Fawned on each other where they lay apart.
Sleep sank them lower than the tide of dreams,
And their dreams watched them sink, and slid away.
Slowly their souls swam up again, through gleams
Of watered light and dull drowned waifs of day;
Till from some wonder of new woods and streams
He woke, and wondered more: for there she lay.
April 26
'The Human Abstract' William Blake
Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody Poor:
And Mercy no more could be,
If all were as happy as we;
And mutual fear brings peace;
Till the selfish loves increase.
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.
He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears:
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head;
And the Caterpillar and Fly,
Feed on the Mystery.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat;
And the Raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.
The Gods of the earth and sea
Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree,
But their search was all in vain:
There grows one in the Human Brain.
April 27
'Monna Innominata (14)' Christina Rossetti
Youth gone, and beauty gone if ever there
Dwelt beauty in so poor a face as this;
Youth gone and beauty, what remains of bliss?
I will not bind fresh roses in my hair,
To shame a cheek at best but little fair,–
Leave youth his roses, who can bear a thorn,–
I will not seek for blossoms anywhere,
Except such common flowers as blow with corn.
Youth gone and beauty, what doth remain?
The longing of a heart pent up forlorn,
A silent heart whose silence loves and longs;
The silence of a heart which sang its songs
While youth and beauty made a summer morn,
Silence of love that cannot sing again.
April 28
'Complainte de Nostalgies préhistoriques' Jules Laforgue
la nuit bruine sur les villes.
Mal repu des gains machinals,
On dîne; et gonflé d'idéal,
Chacun sirote son idylle,
Ou furtive, ou facile.
Echos des grands soirs primitifs!
Couchants aux flambantes usines,
Rude paix des sols en gésine,
Cri jailli là-bas d'un massif,
Violuptés à vif!
Dégringolant une vallée,
Heurter, dans des coquelicots,
Une enfant bestiale et brûlée,
Qui suce, en blaguant les échos,
De juteux abricots.
Livrer aux langueurs des soirées
Sa toison où du cristal luit,
Pourlécher ses lèvres sucrées,
Nous barbouiller le corps de fruits
Et lutter comme essui!
Un moment, béer, sans rien dire,
Inquiets d'une étoile là-haut;
Puis, sans but, bien gentils satyres,
Nour prendre aux premiers sanglots
Fraternels des crapauds.
Et, nous délèvrant de l'extase,
Oh! devant la lune en son plein,
Là-bas, comme un bloc de topaze,
Fous, nous renverser sur les reins,
Riant, battant des mains!
La nuit bruine sur les villes:
Se raser le masque, s'orner
D'un frac deuil, avec art dîner,
Puis, parmi des vierges débiles,
Prendre un air imbécile.
'Love Like Blood' - Killing Joke
'Windmill Wedding' - Air France
'Verses from the Abstract' - A Tribe Called Quest
'Testament to Youth in Verse' - The New Pornographers
'Nostalgia' - The Long Blondes
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