Enivrez-vous
Il faut être toujours ivre.
Tout est là:
c'est l'unique question.
Pour ne pas sentir
l'horrible fardeau du Temps
qui brise vos épaules
et vous penche vers la terre,
il faut vous enivrer sans trêve.
Mais de quoi?
De vin, de poésie, ou de vertu, à votre guise.
Mais enivrez-vous.
Et si quelquefois,
sur les marches d'un palais,
sur l'herbe verte d'un fossé,
dans la solitude morne de votre chambre,
vous vous réveillez,
l'ivresse déjà diminuée ou disparue,
demandez au vent,
à la vague,
à l'étoile,
à l'oiseau,
à l'horloge,
à tout ce qui fuit,
à tout ce qui gémit,
à tout ce qui roule,
à tout ce qui chante,
à tout ce qui parle,
demandez quelle heure il est;
et le vent,
la vague,
l'étoile,
l'oiseau,
l'horloge,
vous répondront:
"Il est l'heure de s'enivrer!
Pour n'être pas les esclaves martyrisés du Temps,
enivrez-vous;
enivrez-vous sans cesse!
De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise
2008/5/21 Dominic Fox <[log in to unmask]>:
> Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,
> They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.
> They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.
> Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.
> But I would not feel so all alone,
> Everybody must get stoned.
>
> Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.
> They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.
> They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor.
> They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door.
> But I would not feel so all alone,
> Everybody must get stoned.
>
> They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
> They'll stone ya when you are young and able.
> They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck.
> They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck."
> Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone,
> Everybody must get stoned.
>
> Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end.
> Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again.
> They'll stone you when you're riding in your car.
> They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
> Yes, but I would not feel so all alone,
> Everybody must get stoned.
>
> Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone.
> They'll stone you when you are walking home.
> They'll stone you and then say you are brave.
> They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave.
> But I would not feel so all alone,
> Everybody must get stoned.
>
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David Bircumshaw
Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk
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