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2009-07-08T08:18:00+02:00

Quelques poèmes de Glenn Ward Dresbach (1889-1968)

Publié par Folfaerie

Quelques uns des textes de ce poète américain que j'aime beaucoup.


WILD GEESE OVER THE DESERT

From sunset, slowly fading
To misted beryl and blue
Streaked with the melted topaz,
The goose-wedge comes in view.

The boughs of twisted cedars
On ledges darkly sway,
Making a futile gesture
To rise and fly away.

Nothing will have beginning
And nothing end in me,
For watching the geese fly over,
That any one may see.

Only my heart makes gesture
Of lifting wings to go,
Like boughs of the twisted cedars
Dark on a fading glow.


CHANTY OF THE WEST WIND

" Yo ho ! Yo ho ! " the west wind sings
All merrily and strong,
And with it goes the flash of wings
And all the joy of living things

Like spirits of its song.
" Yo ho ! Yo ho ! for the hills that know
How near the stars can be ;
Yo ho ! Yo ho ! for the plains that show

Their broad breasts bare and free;
Yo ho ! Yo ho ! for the ships that go
Across the pulsing sea."

The west wind sings and my heart sings, too,
O'er the hills and the plains and the sea to you.
The hills reply with many a voice
Of sturdy tree and stream.

The plains make answer and rejoice
Through all the minstrels of their choice
With great tones of a dream.
The sea sings low, but its voices go

With gull and spreading sail,
" Yo ho ! Yo ho ! for the hearts that know
The thrill of the billow's trail ;
Yo ho ! Yo ho ! for the lights that glow

In the bay beyond the gale."
The west wind sings and my heart sings, too,
With the hills and the plains and the sea to you.

FIREFLIES

The fireflies are cynics small
That tiny lanterns carry
To see if they can find at all
An honest fairy.

SONGS OF THE SIRENS

Gone are the sirens from the sea
Where the wild white horses fret in the spray;
But their songs live on in the dark and the
dawn,

And they have haunted you many a day,
And they have called you away and away
On the streets and the plains against your will,
Never still, oh, never still.

Gone are the sirens from the shore
Where the sea weed gleams like a maiden's hair;
But a siren-song lives sweet and strong
In the laugh of a woman so fair, so fair

That you cannot dream of pain and care;
And if you knew your heart must break,
Break it must for her sweet sake.
Gone are the sirens from the isles

Where the scarlet wings of the Morn unfold;
But a siren-song lives harsh and strong
In the maddening clash of gold on gold,
And the song has led to woes untold;

Yet with your weary heart still sore
Gold you lose, and fight for rtufrf .
Gone are the sirens from the sea

Where the gray mists drift and the chill rains beat ;
But a siren-song lives wild and strong
In the winds that call to you in the street
Of winding paths where the flowers are sweet,
Of paths you followed when youth was gay —
Where, oh where, do they lead today?


I HAVE ALWAYS SAID I WOULD GO

I have always said I would go sometime in the autumn
Away from the bare boughs and the fallen leaves,
Away from the lonely sounds and the faded colors,
And all the ancient sorrow, and change that grieves.

I have always said I would go and now it's autumn
To an island where the wild hibiscus grows
And parakeets flock to the groves at twilight
And fragrance drifts from bays where moonlight glows.

But there would be the vasty sound of breakers
Come in to toss their pearls upon the sand.
All through the night a longing of great waters
Trying to make the vastness understand.

I have always said I would go sometime in the autumn
Away from the lonely sounds and change that grieves
But here in my heart is the sound of a distant ocean
And here in my heart is the sound of these falling leaves.



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