{"id":1816,"date":"2010-10-02T00:00:00","date_gmt":"1970-01-01T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lireouimaisquoi.over-blog.com\/article-a-lullaby-58152823-comments.html"},"modified":"2014-08-27T23:19:43","modified_gmt":"2014-08-27T22:19:43","slug":"a-lullaby","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chezyueyin.org\/blog\/a-lullaby\/","title":{"rendered":"A Lullaby"},"content":{"rendered":"

Un dernier tour de piste pour WH Auden avant le retour \u00e0 des po\u00e8tes plus francophones, voici donc sa “berceuse<\/em><\/strong>“…<\/span> <\/p>\n

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Lay your sleeping head, my love,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Human on my faithless arm;<\/span> <\/p>\n

Time and fevers burn away<\/span> <\/p>\n

Individual beauty from<\/span> <\/p>\n

Thoughtful children, and the grave<\/span> <\/p>\n

Proves the child ephemeral:<\/span> <\/p>\n

But in my arms till break of day<\/span> <\/p>\n

Let the living creature lie,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Mortal, guilty, but to me<\/span> <\/p>\n

The entirely beautiful.<\/span> <\/p>\n

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Soul and body have no bounds:<\/span> <\/p>\n

To lovers as they lie upon<\/span> <\/p>\n

Her tolerant enchanted slope<\/span> <\/p>\n

In their ordinary swoon,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Grave the vision Venus sends<\/span> <\/p>\n

Of supernatural sympathy,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Universal love and hope;<\/span> <\/p>\n

While an abstract insight wakes<\/span> <\/p>\n

Among the glaciers and the rocks<\/span> <\/p>\n

The hermit’s carnal ecstasy.<\/span> <\/p>\n

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Certainty, fidelity<\/span> <\/p>\n

On the stroke of midnight pass<\/span> <\/p>\n

Like vibrations of a bell<\/span> <\/p>\n

And fashionable madmen raise<\/span> <\/p>\n

Their pedantic boring cry:<\/span> <\/p>\n

Every farthing of the cost,<\/span> <\/p>\n

All the dreaded cards foretell,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Shall be paid, but from this night<\/span> <\/p>\n

Not a whisper, not a thought,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Not a kiss nor look be lost.<\/span> <\/p>\n

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Beauty, midnight, vision dies:<\/span> <\/p>\n

Let the winds of dawn that blow<\/span> <\/p>\n

Softly round your dreaming head<\/span> <\/p>\n

Such a day of welcome show<\/span> <\/p>\n

Eye and knocking heart may bless,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Find our mortal world enough;<\/span> <\/p>\n

Noons of dryness find you fed<\/span> <\/p>\n

By the involuntary powers,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Nights of insult let you pass<\/span> <\/p>\n

Watched by every human love.<\/span> <\/p>\n

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W. H. Auden<\/span><\/em><\/span> <\/p>\n

January 1937<\/span><\/em><\/span> <\/p>\n

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Pose ta t\u00eate endormie, mon amour<\/span> <\/p>\n

Humaine sur mon bras infid\u00e8le ;<\/span> <\/p>\n

Le temps et les fi\u00e8vres consument<\/span> <\/p>\n

La part de beaut\u00e9<\/span> <\/p>\n

Des enfants pensifs et la tombe<\/span> <\/p>\n

prouve que l\u2019enfant est \u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8re ;<\/span> <\/p>\n

Mais que dans mes bras jusqu\u2019au point du jour<\/span> <\/p>\n

Repose cet \u00eatre vivant,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Mortel, coupable, mais pour moi<\/span> <\/p>\n

Beaut\u00e9 absolue.<\/span> <\/p>\n


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L\u2019\u00e2me et le corps n\u2019ont point de bornes  ;<\/span> <\/p>\n

Aux amants \u00e9tendus<\/span> <\/p>\n

Dans leur p\u00e2moison coutumi\u00e8re<\/span> <\/p>\n

Sur la pente enchant\u00e9e de son indulgence<\/span> <\/p>\n

V\u00e9nus gravement apporte la vision<\/span> <\/p>\n

D\u2019une compassion surnaturelle,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Un amour, un espoir universels  ;<\/span> <\/p>\n

Tandis qu\u2019une intuition abstraite<\/span> <\/p>\n

Eveille parmi les glaciers et les rocs<\/span> <\/p>\n

L\u2019extase sensuelle de l\u2019ermite.<\/span> <\/p>\n


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Certitude, fid\u00e9lit\u00e9<\/span> <\/p>\n

Sur le coup de minuit passent<\/span> <\/p>\n

Comme les vibrations d\u2019une cloche,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Et les fous \u00e0 la mode poussent<\/span> <\/p>\n

Leurs cris ennuyeux de p\u00e9dants  ;<\/span> <\/p>\n

Chaque centime de la d\u00e9pense,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Tout de que pr\u00e9disent les cartes redout\u00e9es<\/span> <\/p>\n

Sera pay\u00e9, mais de cette nuit<\/span> <\/p>\n

Que pas un murmure, pas une pens\u00e9e<\/span> <\/p>\n

Pas un baiser ni un regard ne soient perdus.<\/span> <\/p>\n


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Tout meurt, la beaut\u00e9, la vision, minuit :<\/span> <\/p>\n

Que les vents de l\u2019aube qui demeurent<\/span> <\/p>\n

Soufflent sur ta t\u00eate r\u00eaveuse<\/span> <\/p>\n

Annon\u00e7ant un jour d\u2019une telle douceur<\/span> <\/p>\n

Que les yeux et le c\u0153ur qui cogne puissent louer<\/span> <\/p>\n

Ce monde mortel et s\u2019en satisfaire  ;<\/span> <\/p>\n

Que les midis de s\u00e8cheresse te voient nourri<\/span> <\/p>\n

Par les puissances irr\u00e9fl\u00e9chies,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Que les nuits d\u2019insulte te laissent vivre<\/span> <\/p>\n

Sous la garde de tout amour humain.<\/span> <\/p>\n

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Je ne sais h\u00e9las pas de qui est cette traduction mais elle me convient mieux que celle de mon livre, je vous la confie donc… enjoy !<\/span> <\/p>\n

Correction<\/strong> gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 monsieur Lou<\/a>, je sais maintenant que ce traducteur selon mon coeur est Jeant Briat. Merci \u00e0 lui !
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