10 km-walk around my raw green village…:-)

comme dirait Roberto Benigni:”La vita e bella!” 🙂 le printemps est censé être la plus belle saison avec son vert cru – couleur de l’espoir et son ciel azur – symbole de sérénité… avril est le mois de la résurrection et de la renaissance – voici le miracle de la vie… 🙂
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springtime is supposed to be the most beautiful season with its raw green – color of hope and its azure sky – symbol of peace… April is the month of resurrection and rebirth – here’s the miracle of life… 🙂

Green… – Paul Verlaine

Voici des fruits, des fleurs, des feuilles et des branches
Et puis voici mon cœur qui ne bat que pour vous.
Ne le déchirez pas avec vos deux mains blanches
Et qu’à vos yeux si beaux l’humble présent soit doux.
J’arrive tout couvert encore de rosée
Que le vent du matin vient glacer à mon front.
Souffrez que ma fatigue à vos pieds reposée
Rêve des chers instants qui la délasseront.
Sur votre jeune sein laissez rouler ma tête
Toute sonore encore de vos derniers baisers;
Laissez-la s’apaiser de la bonne tempête,
Et que je dorme un peu puisque vous reposez.

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to a weeping willow… – Mélanie NB

willow dear, why do your tears run down?…
why do you have to cry and frown?…
is it because he left you one day?
however you did know he could not stay…
upon your tender stems, he used to swing,
with pure joy that he would bring…
he often found shelter in your shade,
you thought his smile would never fade…
please, stop shedding your warm tears,
the April sunbeams will calm your fears:
just remember that 2 lovers will never be apart
since they both live in the same heart… ❤

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Posted on 11 April 2015, in melanie. Bookmark the permalink. 36 Comments.

  1. Se pare că primăvara s-a instalat la voi cu tot arsenalul ei de reînviere a naturii, iar albastrul costumului tău întregeşte ideea de optimism şi noi speranţe pe care primăvara le aduce cu ea atunci când pune stăpânire pe ţinuturi!

  2. I liked the green village and the wagon wheels, set in a fence. This was very intriguing, Melanie!

  3. I love your green village and the poem is so poignant – willow is so evocative!

  4. Imi place gardul acela… rotit. 🙂

  5. Le cœur qui bat est si rouge dans toute cette verdure… pauvre Verlaine…

  6. Les couleurs du printemps sont si fragiles… Dès début juin qui est censé encore être au printemps, on sent déjà la maturité de l’été… Le temps passe si vite… Il faut donc profiter de cette éphémère saison.

  7. Merci d’offrir à Verlaine une carrière à l’international, Mélanie! Merci de délivrer la joie et l’harmonie sur ces pages resplendissantes, merci d’illuminer encore un peu plus mes yeux déjà remplis d’étoiles.

  8. Looks like you had a beautiful walk around the village. I just love spring walks.

  9. What a beautiful poem! The weeping willow is a favourite – so evocative. And isn’t it gorgeous having a landscape getting greener by the moment? We get Spring late here but driving West to Bergerac yesterday my eyes were assaulted by verdant green and bright flowers brazen in gardens. The reward for the last days of winter is always well received and nature is very clever at serving it up when we need it 🙂

  10. Merci pour ce superbe poème en partage. Doux dimanche, bisous Mélanie. ❤

  11. Verdant. 🙂 I hope the weeping willow was reassured by your words. 😉 Our willow trees in Christchurch supposedly connect us with France. If you enlarge this page, you will see the story and other connections to France as well. http://christchurchcitylibraries.com/DigitalCollection/Publications/Directories/SouthernProvincesAlmanac/1865//PDF/SPA-1865-0026.pdf

    • I did enlarge the page and I did read… thanx, Lady-G! I’ve already known about the connections between France and NZ… 🙂

    • I remember seeing a few weeping willow trees in February as I drove around New Zealand. Those trees were even more commonly planted in the suburbs of New York, where I grew up. The fact that the species originated in Mesopotamia didn’t have the resonance then that it does now, when that region has become the source of so much new weeping.

      • @”so much new weeping.” – yes, I see what you mean, Steve… merci d’avoir fait une escale @ mon aire de jeux, amitiés toulousaines ensoleillées et une semaine agréable! 🙂 à bientôt!

      • Indeed. For me, as a child, I only ever associated the weeping willow with Christchurch and England! It was only later that I learned about the Chch-Bonaparte connection. Speaking of NB, I recently saw a documentary on BBC which focused on the new airport being built on St Helena. There are mixed feelings from the residents about the benefits of this airport. I wonder how many tourists will travel there to see NB’s place of exile? Will you Melanie? By the way, I can’t see any willows in the graveside photo, can you? http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mike-arkus/the-much-delayed-airport_b_6360750.html

        • thanx for your comment and link, Lady-G! btw, I’m MNB = Mélanie NB… 🙂 I’ve never been to Ste-Hélène and it’s not on my travel list… oh, I also read HuffPost(France, US and Canada), you may have noticed it upright my front page… well, as far as I know, willows don’t grow between Equator and tropics, it’s a tree that likes temperate-continental climate… 😉

  12. A great tour around your village, the wagon wheels look great as fence decoration, I like the small stream meandering through the greenery in the village. Regards.

  13. Nice walk! No wonder you look good! 🙂

  14. Where I live now the willows seem to be always planted in the old farmers fields. Shade for hot summer days. They are solitary, yet beautiful… Love the poem…

  15. WoW 😊 dear M. Such a lovely poem. “… Since they both live in the same heart…” ❤ Enjoy your Sunday.

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