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17 avril 2010

Pierre-Luc, 8ans et demi à ses aînés : en fait, qui est-ce qui a découvert l'Amérique ?

Vincent, 14 ans : tu ne sais pas qui a découvert l'Amérique ? Tu ne sais pas qui a découvert l'Amérique !

Pierre-Luc : Non, je ne sais pas qui a découvert l'Amérique.

Vincent : Il faut le faire ! ne pas savoir qui a découvert l'Amérique !

Pierre-Luc : Bon !... C'est qui qui a découvert l'Amérique ?

Vincent : Mais voyons ! C'est Marco Polo !

 

Ben voyons ! Et Christophe Colomb, lui, il a découvert qu'on ne faisait pas d'omelettes sans casser des oeufs, peut-êre...

 

De Vincent : Maman ! Regarde ! J'ai un bouton d'apnée !

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A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight.
All raimented in snowy white
That loosely flew, (her zone in sight,
Clasped with one blinding diamond bright,)
          Her wide eyes fixed on Camelot,
Though the squally eastwind keenly
Blew, with folded arms serenely
By the water stood the queenly
          Lady of Shalott.


                                                                                             Sir Alfred Tennyson, 1833

 

 ********


But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
          The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
          Down to tower'd Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy
          The Lady of Shalott."

***


"I am half-sick of shadows," said
          The Lady of Shalott

***

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
          She look'd down to Camelot.

***


Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
          The Lady of Shalott.

***


Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
          The Lady of Shalott.

***


Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Thro' the noises of the night
          She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
          The Lady of Shalott.

***

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross'd themselves for fear,
          All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
          The Lady of Shalott."

                                                               Sir Alfred Tennysson, 1842




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