School children will soon breaking up for their summer holidays, those weeks that seem to last forever and yet vanish in a blink of an eye. My French class will break up too, so I will have to try and study through my folder of notes. The last few months I have developed an interest in French poetry, this is a shock to me.
Here is a poem, that sums up for me some of those teenage feelings. by Louise Labe
I live, I die, I burn, I drown
I am extemly hot and endure cold
Life is too easy and too hard
I have big troubles entangled with joy
All of a sudden I laugh and I cry
And in my pleasure I endure many a tormenting grief
My happiness goes and yet it never lasts
All at once I dry up and grow green
Thus I suffer love's inconstancies
And when I think the pain is most intense
Without thinking, it is gone again.
Then when I feel my joys certain
And my hour of greatest delight arrived
I find my pain beginning all over once again.
~~~
I am extemly hot and endure cold
Life is too easy and too hard
I have big troubles entangled with joy
All of a sudden I laugh and I cry
And in my pleasure I endure many a tormenting grief
My happiness goes and yet it never lasts
All at once I dry up and grow green
Thus I suffer love's inconstancies
And when I think the pain is most intense
Without thinking, it is gone again.
Then when I feel my joys certain
And my hour of greatest delight arrived
I find my pain beginning all over once again.
~~~
Click on the link to read more about Louise Labé
Clink on the link to read the poem in English, modern and old French; About.com helps me with a great deal of my French homework. There are of course a few different translations of this poem but the feeling is the same in all of them.
Today is the longest day of the year, so here are a few pictures with a pagan feel to them.
10 comments:
Oh the green man is rather charming!
how great they leave flowers on the druid stones. I suppose they leave holly and mistletoe in winter
I can see why Robyn might like the Green Man,
It was lovely when I found the flowers French Fancy.
Lovely photos - the sunlight shining through the forest is wonderful.
I love that poem... and the dappled sunlight on the stones... gorgeous!
Beautiful poem and beautiful pictures!! I love the Green Man...he really appeals to me :-)
C x
As usual gorgeous photos.
yes, I think the green man is great too.
Seems like the lovely old fence post is a hit!
One of my best friends is a Pagan white witch. We're going to her wedding in August, should be very intresting!!
The green man is charming. So are the other pictures - but I think I've seen them on your flickr already. When life goes by in a rush, there's no time to enjoy poetry. I need to slow down and do that. Glad you are making the time!
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