21 septembre 2010
L'automne est un deuxième printemps où chaque
L'automne est un deuxième printemps où chaque feuille est une fleur.
Albert Camus.
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1 septembre 2010
September, John Updike
The breezes taste
of apple peel.
The air
is full
of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
burning
brush,
new books, erasers,
chalk, and such.
The bee, his
hive,
well-honeyed hum,
and Mother cuts
chrysanthemums.
Like plates
washed clean
with suds, the days
are polished with
a morning
haze.
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20 février 2010
If I were a bear, And a big bear too, I shouldn't
If I were a bear,
And a big bear too,
I shouldn't much care
If it froze or snew;
I shouldn't much mind
If it snowed or friz--
I'd be all fur-lined
With a coat like his!
For i'd have fur boots and a brown fur wrap,
And brown fur knickers and a big fur cap.
I'd have a fur muffle-ruff to cover my jaws.
And brown fur mittens on my big brown paws.
With a big brown furry-down up to my head,
I'd sleep all the winter in a big fur bed.
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