un poème par Joyce Kilmer (qui était par ailleurs, en dépit de son prénom féminin, un homme)<br />
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I THINK that I shall never see <br />
A poem lovely as a tree. <br />
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A tree whose hungry mouth is prest <br />
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; <br />
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A tree that looks at God all day, <br />
And lifts her leafy arms to pray; <br />
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A tree that may in summer wear <br />
A nest of robins in her hair; <br />
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Upon whose bosom snow has lain; <br />
Who intimately lives with rain. <br />
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Poems are made by fools like me, <br />
But only God can make a tree.
J
joye
27/02/2009 21:52
Yikes, Papistache !!! Regarde derrière toi ! Des mains géaaaaaaantes !!! OH !!!
T
Teb
27/02/2009 21:00
Bien... le mystère reste entier...<br />
Amusant, l'incrustation des mains dans l'image...<br />
Hé.. j'aime les mains qui travaillent ... les rugueuses, les calleuses...
S
Sandrine
27/02/2009 20:59
Au fond d'un homme de paille se cache un arbre : y'a de l'espoir. Belle leçon d'humanité...