Jeudi 12 novembre 2009 4 12 /11 /2009 23:25

Between Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman

I reason, Earth is short

I reason, Earth is short-
And anguish - absolute-
And many hurt,
But, what of that ?

I reason, we could die-
The best vitality
cannot excel decay,
But, what of that ?

I reason, that in heaven-
somehow, it will be even-
some new Equation given-
But What of that ?

Leaves of Grass

I know I am august,
I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood ,
I see that the elmentary laws never apologize,
I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by
after all

I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.

(...)

Smile of voluptuous coolbreathed earth !
earth of the slumbering and liquid trees !
Earth of departed sunset ! Earth of the mountains misty-topt !
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue !
Earth of shine and darl mottling the tide of the river !
Earth of th elimpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake !
Far swooping elbowed earth !Rich apple-blossomed earth !
Smile, for your lover comes !

Territoire verbal à creuser entre Emily Dickinson et son paisible désespoir, encastré dans son huis clos silencieux, et le sublime et sensuel appel de Walt Whitman, auxquels peu d'Américains surent réellement répondre...