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Fw: [iris] OT ART

  • Subject: Fw: [iris] OT ART
  • From: "loic tasquier" <tasquierloic@cs.com>
  • Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2007 08:51:30 +0200

better with the picture!

----- Original Message -----
From: "loic tasquier" <tasquierloic@cs.com>
To: <iris@hort.net>
Sent: Friday, June 22, 2007 8:19 AM
Subject: Re: [iris] OT ART

> Thought i might send the poem, as well as three translations.
>
> I also attached a picture of the painting by Matisse also quoting
> Baudelaire.
>
>
>
> Have fun!
>
> Looc
>
>
>
> L'invitation au voyage
>
>
> Mon enfant, ma soeur,
> Songe ` la douceur
> D'aller l`-bas vivre ensemble!
> Aimer ` loisir,
> Aimer et mourir
> Au pays qui te ressemble!
> Les soleils mouillis
> De ces ciels brouillis
> Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
> Si mystirieux
> De tes trantres yeux,
> Brillant ` travers leurs larmes.
>
> L`, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauti,
> Luxe, calme et volupti.
>
>
> Des meubles luisants,
> Polis par les ans,
> Dicoreraient notre chambre;
> Les plus rares fleurs
> Mjlant leurs odeurs
> Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre,
> Les riches plafonds,
> Les miroirs profonds,
> La splendeur orientale,
> Tout y parlerait
> @ l'bme en secret
> Sa douce langue natale.
>
> L`, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauti,
> Luxe, calme et volupti.
>
>
> Vois sur ces canaux
> Dormir ces vaisseaux
> Dont l'humeur est vagabonde;
> C'est pour assouvir
> Ton moindre disir
> Qu'ils viennent du bout du monde.
> - Les soleils couchants
> Revjtent les champs,
> Les canaux, la ville entihre,
> D'hyacinthe et d'or;
> Le monde s'endort
> Dans une chaude lumihre.
>
> L`, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauti,
> Luxe, calme et volupti.
>
>
> - Charles Baudelaire . Les Fleurs du Mal, 1857
>
>
>
> Invitation to the Voyage
>
>
> My child, my sister,
> Think of the rapture
> Of living together there!
> Of loving at will,
> Of loving till death,
> In the land that is like you!
> The misty sunlight
> Of those cloudy skies
> Has for my spirit the charms,
> So mysterious,
> Of your treacherous eyes,
> Shining brightly through their tears.
>
>
> There all is order and beauty,
> Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
>
>
> Gleaming furniture,
> Polished by the years,
> Will ornament our bedroom;
> The rarest flowers
> Mingling their fragrance
> With the faint scent of amber,
> The ornate ceilings,
> The limpid mirrors,
> The oriental splendor,
> All would whisper there
> Secretly to the soul
> In its soft, native language.
>
>
> There all is order and beauty,
> Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
>
>
> See on the canals
> Those vessels sleeping.
> Their mood is adventurous;
> It's to satisfy
> Your slightest desire
> That they come from the ends of the earth.
> - The setting suns
> Adorn the fields,
> The canals, the whole city,
> With hyacinth and gold;
> The world falls asleep
> In a warm glow of light.
>
>
> There all is order and beauty,
> Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
>
>
> - William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild,
> 1954)
>
>
>
>
> Invitation to the Voyage
>
> My daughter, my sister,
> Consider the vista
> Of living out there, you and I,
> To love at our leisure,
> Then, ending our pleasure,
> In climes you resemble to die.
> There the suns, rainy-wet,
> Through clouds rise and set
> With the selfsame enchantment to charm me
> That my senses receive
> From your eyes, that deceive,
> When they shine through your tears to disarm me.
>
>
> There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure,
> With all things in order and measure.
>
>
> With old treasures furnished,
> By centuries burnished,
> To gleam in the shade of our chamber,
> While the rarest of flowers
> Vaguely mix through the hours
> Their own with the perfume of amber:
> Each sumptuous ceiling,
> Each mirror revealing
> The wealth of the East, will be hung
> So the part and the whole
> May speak to the soul
> In its native, indigenous tongue.
>
>
> There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure,
> With all things in order and measure.
>
>
> On the channels and streams
> See each vessel that dreams
> In its whimsical vagabond way,
> Since its for your least whim
> The oceans they swim
> From the ends of the night and the day.
> The sun, going down, With its glory will crown
> Canals, fields, and cities entire,
> While the whole earth is rolled
> In the jacinth and gold
> Of its warming and radiant fire.
>
>
> There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure
> With all things in order and measure.
>
>
> - Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
>
>
>
>
> Invitation to the Voyage
>
>
> Think, would it not be
> Sweet to live with me
> All alone, my child, my love? -
> Sleep together, share
> All things, in that fair
> Country you remind me of?
> Charming in the dawn
> There, the half-withdrawn
> Drenched, mysterious sun appears
> In the curdled skies,
> Treacherous as your eyes
> Shining from behind their tears.
>
>
> There, restraint and order bless
> Luxury and voluptuousness.
>
>
> We should have a room
> Never out of bloom:
> Tables polished by the palm
> Of the vanished hours
> Should reflect rare flowers
> In that amber-scented calm;
> Ceilings richly wrought,
> Mirrors deep as thought,
> Walls with eastern splendor hung,
> All should speak apart
> To the homesick heart
> In its own dear native tongue.
>
>
> There, restraint and order bless
> Luxury and voluptuousness.
>
>
> See, their voyage past,
> To their moorings fast,
> On the still canals asleep,
> These big ships; to bring
> You some trifling thing
> They have braved the furious deep.
> - Now the sun goes down,
> Tinting dyke and town,
> Field, canal, all things in sight,
> Hyacinth and gold;
> All that we behold
> Slumbers in its ruddy light.
>
>
> There, restraint and order bless
> Luxury and voluptuousness.
>
>
> - Edna St. Vincent Millay, Flowers of Evil (NY: Harper and Brothers, 1936)
>
>
>
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: <ChatOWhitehall@aol.com>
> To: <iris@hort.net>
> Sent: Friday, June 22, 2007 1:27 AM
> Subject: Re: [iris] AIS: Synopsis of Judges Handbook Changes?
>
>
>> In a message dated 6/21/2007 4:37:35 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
>> ddbro@sbcglobal.net writes:
>>
>> << I did not receive a response to either posting.
>>
>>
>> Oh, pfui.
>>
>> And when you think of how much some Board members have to say otherwise.
>>
>> I think it is a reasonable question. Of course, if I told you some of
>> the
>> reasonable questions to which I couldn't get an answer back when I held
>> office,
>> verily you'd have to remove to your chaise with your salts.
>>
>> Happy Summer Solstice, all. Today at noon the cicadas sounded for the
>> first
>> time this season here at Chateau Whitehall. Hydrangeas and gardenias in
>> full
>> bloom, along with the big magnolia. The ambiance is heady. All would
>> truly be
>> luxe, calme et volupte, were it not for the background pong of the
>> neighbor's dog run.
>>
>> Aromatically,
>>
>> Anner Whitehead
>> Richmond VA USA
>>
>>
>>
>> ************************************** See what's free at
>> http://www.aol.com.
>>
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