Mon bonheur s’appelle jeune fleur,
Amie de mes jours, rêve de mes nuits.
Mourra le vieux monde, vivra notre amour.
Demain je poserai sur ses lèvres tendres
Dix baisers, pour la servir mille jours, mois,
Ans, siècles, pour l’éternité. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
I present today one of the most beautiful poems from The Janitor’s boy, and Other Poems, full of love and peace. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Fabian Strachan Woodley (1888–1957), a poet of the Uranian Movement, worshipped young boys. His only volume of poetry, A Crown of Friendship, is to a large part devoted to celebrating the boys he loved. He nevertheless included in it two poems about young girls. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Victor Hugo, né le 26 février 1802 à Besançon et mort le 22 mai 1885 à Paris, est considéré comme l’un des plus importants écrivains de langue française. Suite à la mort de Charles Hugo, un de ses fils, et de son épouse, Victor Hugo prit en charge leurs deux enfants Georges et Jeanne Hugo. Son recueil de poésie L’art d’être grand-père (1877) est principalement consacré à ses deux petits-enfants, mais plus généralement traite avec beaucoup de tendresse du charme et de la spontanéité de l’enfance. En des phrases courtes et simples, le poème “Chanson de grand-père” exalte la beauté et la séduction de petites filles en train de danser, ce sont des “petites femmes.” CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Fabian Strachan Woodley (b. 19 July 1888, d. 8 August 1957) was a British poet who published only one book of verses, A Crown of Friendship (1921). He was a late representative of the ‘Uranian’ school of male poets who exalted the love of boys. As writes a website devoted to Woodley, “Like the other ‘Uranian’ poets, he declared that Boyhood was the only ideal worth following.” Indeed, many of his poems deal with boys he loved. According to the above-mentioned site, Woodley said: “I was a Poet and Dreamer and Lover and Boy with them.” CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
The strange polygamous fantasy of a girl aged about ten, imagining all the boys she has loved in her life who march in a row, while she silently listens to their praise for her, counts them, then selects the best one among them. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Par sa tristesse et aussi par les thèmes du bateau, du sang et de la larme, ce poème rappelle un autre, « Chanson », donné à la fin de mon premier article consacré à Minou Drouet. Enfant extrêmement sensible, Minou souffrit d’avoir été exhibée comme un animal de cirque, suivie par les journalistes et surtout accusée d’imposture : on prétendit en effet que sa mère avait écrit les poèmes et lettres publiées en son nom. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Poems by a Little Girl contains verses recited by Hilda Conkling to her mother when she was aged between four and nine. They remarkably combine the spontaneity and unfettered imagination of childhood with a mastery of poetic language rarely seen at that young age. Several of them deal with dreaming and dreams, and then she seizes this as an opportunity for speaking freely of anything in her mind. This theme of dreams sometimes mingles with that of fairies and the “little people” of forests. Indeed, Hilda often walked in her garden or on hills and in forests near her home, where her imagination could flow freely, so dreams and the marvellous will generally blend with nature. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
La blessure de la passion ne se refermera jamais… bonheur de nos plaies éternelles… nous veillerons toujours dans la clarté de nos crépuscules rouges.
Perle étincelante de mes nuits immortelles,
Emblème de mes jours éternels,
Tu es venue, scintillant de mille feux,
Illuminer mes pas de verre…
Tu es venue, mon étoile d’amour,
Embraser mon âme tremblante de désir.
In this beautiful short piece from The Janitor’s boy, and Other Poems, little Nathalia tells how she and her friend fell a sudden romantic attraction for a handsome ice-cream seller. Very sensuously, she called him “very scrumptious,” as if he was himself an ice-cream. Here Flatbush is a neighbourhood of Brooklyn in New York City. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
