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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever (John Keats  1795-1821)

Ou bien encore : Beauty is truth, truth is beauty- that is all ye know on earth and all we need to know.

Soit : Beauté est vérité-voilà tout ce que l’on sait sur terre et tout ce qu’on a besoin de connaître.

John Keats est un poète délicat et romantique qui aimait la nature et les fleurs . A chaque fois que revient l’automne je pense à sa poésie intitulée : Ode to autumn.Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’erbrimmed their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, –
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRaZLelITDQ

Ci dessus une belle interprétation de ce poème.

Tags: beauté, fleur, john Keats, joie, Ode à l'automne, terre, vérité

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