Le parc de Bréquigny le 15 mars 2009 (4)

 jonquilles et bouleaux à Bréquigny
Au bouleau le Printemps ! Remue-toi !
Mets nous de la couleur, et plus vite que ça !

Commentaires

1. Le jeudi 19 mars 2009, 22:38 par joye

I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

2. Le samedi 21 mars 2009, 21:35 par Joe Krapov

La traduction en français se trouve sur ce joli site : http://lakevio.canalblog.com/archiv...

Merci d'ajouter toujours plus à ma culture et à mes regrets de ne pouvoir consacrer plus de temps à l'apprentissage de la langue anglaise et à la traduction/trahison/adaptation de telles merveilles.