Archive for October, 2010

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La Terrasse

October 31, 2010

Un après-midi là, dans la rue du jourdain,
on peut dire qu’on était bien,
assis à la terrasse du café d’en face
on voyait notre appartement.

Je ne sais plus si nous nous étions tus
ou si nous parlions tout bas là au café d’en bas,
mais je revois très bien la table et tes mains,
le thé, le café et le sucre à côté.

Puis d’un coup c’est parti, tout s’est effondré,
on n’a pas bien compris, tout a continué,
tandis qu’entre nous s’en allait l’équilibre,
plus jamais tranquilles, nous tombions du fil.

Cet après-midi là, dans la rue du jourdain,
en fait tout n’allait pas si bien,
assis à la terrasse du café d’en face
on voyait notre appartement,
si triste finalement avec nous dedans

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TheMirrorConspiracy

October 27, 2010
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October 22, 2010

Body, remember not just how much you were loved, not simply those beds on which you have lain, but also the desire for you that shone plainly in the eyes that gazed at you, and quavered in the voice for you, though by some chance obstacle was finally forestalled. Now that everything is finally in the past, it seems as though you did yield to those desires — how they shone, remember, in the eyes that gazed at you, how they quavered in the voice for you — body, remember.

Constantine Petrou Cavafy

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Failing and Flying

October 18, 2010

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It’s the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.

Jack Gilbert

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lA rAde

October 11, 2010