{"id":1819,"date":"2010-09-19T00:00:00","date_gmt":"1970-01-01T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lireouimaisquoi.over-blog.com\/article-funeral-blues-57293880-comments.html"},"modified":"2014-08-28T18:43:00","modified_gmt":"2014-08-28T17:43:00","slug":"funeral-blues","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chezyueyin.org\/blog\/funeral-blues\/","title":{"rendered":"Funeral blues"},"content":{"rendered":"

Pour dame Of\u00e9lia qui vit \u00e0 cot\u00e9 de la maison natal de WH Auden (absolument) dans la ville d’enfance de JRR Tolkien (oups cela m’a \u00e9chapp\u00e9, mea maxima culpa) et pour dame Erzebeth<\/a> dont c’est un des po\u00e8mes pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9s<\/em><\/span> <\/p>\n

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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum<\/span> <\/p>\n

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.<\/span> <\/p>\n

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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead<\/span> <\/p>\n

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,<\/span> <\/p>\n

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.<\/span> <\/p>\n

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He was my North, my South, my East and West,<\/span> <\/p>\n

My working week and my Sunday rest,<\/span> <\/p>\n

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;<\/span> <\/p>\n

I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.<\/span> <\/p>\n

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The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;<\/span> <\/p>\n

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;<\/span> <\/p>\n

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.<\/span> <\/p>\n

For nothing now can ever come to any good.<\/span> <\/p>\n

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W.H. Auden, 1938<\/em><\/span> <\/p>\n

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Et voici pour celles et ceux pour qui l’anglais reste un effort, la version fran\u00e7aise utilis\u00e9e pour le film  – Quatre mariages et un enterrement (je n’ai pas trouv\u00e9 le nom du traducteur, mais si vous connaissez…)<\/span> <\/p>\n

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Arr\u00eatez les pendules, coupez le t\u00e9l\u00e9phone,<\/span>
Emp\u00eachez le chien d\u2019aboyer pour l\u2019os que je lui donne,<\/span>
Faites taire les pianos et sans roulement de tambour,<\/span>
Sortez le cercueil avant la fin du jour.<\/span> <\/p>\n

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Que les avions qui hurlent au dehors<\/span>
Dessinent dans le ciel ces trois mots : Il Est Mort,<\/span>
Nouez voiles noirs aux colonnes des \u00e9difices,<\/span>
Gantez de noir les mains des agents de police.<\/span> <\/p>\n

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Il \u00e9tait mon Nord, mon Sud, mon Est et mon Ouest,<\/span>
Ma semaine de travail, mon dimanche de sieste,<\/span>
Mon midi, mon minuit, ma parole, ma chanson,<\/span>
Je croyais que l\u2019Amour jamais ne finirait : j\u2019avais tort.<\/span> <\/p>\n

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Que les \u00e9toiles se retirent ; qu\u2019on les balaye ;<\/span>
D\u00e9montez la lune et le soleil,<\/span>
Videz l\u2019oc\u00e9an et arrachez la for\u00eat ;<\/span>
Car rien de bon ne peut advenir d\u00e9sormais<\/span> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Pour dame Of\u00e9lia qui vit \u00e0 cot\u00e9 de la maison natal de WH Auden (absolument) dans la ville d’enfance de JRR Tolkien (oups cela m’a \u00e9chapp\u00e9, mea maxima culpa) et pour dame Erzebeth dont c’est un des po\u00e8mes pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9s   … Continuer la lecture →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1819","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-pomes"],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n