I will arise and go now...

Cette voix d'outre-tombe est celle de William Butler Yeats himself. Parfois elle surgit sur les ondes, a la tele ou la radio, pour un hommage ou une citation, et ses echos etranges, la diction d'un autre temps, les gresillements de la bande, captivent quelques instants qu'on en comprenne ou pas le sens. Elle figure sur le podium de mes "musiques" preferees. C'est grave Doc ?



The lake isle of Inisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Inisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wing.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
Wile I stand on the roadway, or the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.


In The Rose (1893)


Aussi:

Il faut sauver le soldat Yeats !

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