C'est Lundi, que Lisez-vous ? n°284
Cher.e.s voyageur.e.s,
Comme tous les lundi, c’est l’heure du “C’est lundi que lisez-vous” je vous présente mes lectures passées, présentes et peut-être futurs.
Ce rendez-vous a été mis en place par Galleane et repris par moi. Je suis heureuse d’être responsable de ce rendez-vous. Je curieuse de voir vos reprises, lectures passées, présentes et à venir :D.
C’est lundi par le menuJE RÉPONDS…
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aujourd'hui tout est gris, le ciel et même la vie
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Hey!
I thought maybe you could help me in my quest. I've made two bookmarks for a friend with watercolors. One of them is a small fox looking at fallen leaves flying above his head, as if he were mesmerized by them. And I've been trying to find a good quote to accompany it on the back of the bookmark, but I haven't been successful so far.
I'm looking either for a poetry excerpt (my bookmark is 1/8 of an A4 sheet of paper, so nothing that would be very long [like a full sonnet haha] but I still have some space) or a quote of any kind, in French or in English, both are fine.
Would you have any that would make a good fit? Maybe an autumn-y one?
[I don't want to influence you, but for example, for the second one which is a sky at almost-dusk-time with a washed-out blue sky and soft pink clouds, I have a quote from one of the Anne of Green Gables books by Lucy Maud Montgomery:
"In daylight I belong to the world, in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself."]
Much thanks, and scritches to your various animals :)
Handmade watercolour bookmarks are such a nice idea for a gift, I love it <3
I vexed myself thinking about your request because I learn poetry by heart so often, or small book excerpts, but when someone asks me to dig up a topical quote my mental library is suddenly empty. I wish I had a tag system for my brain.
I vaguely remember an Alfred Desrochers poem the first stanza of which was "Le vent est froid, le ciel est gris, la terre est rousse / L'automne est revenu par septembre apporté / Et les arbres, devant la mort du bel été / Pleurent des larmes d'or [?quelque chose?] sur la mousse." And something by Francis Jammes about "ces jours qu'empourpraient les agonies solaires de l'automne" but no recollection beyond that...
I also remember some meager excerpts from "Matin d'octobre" by François Coppée, "A travers la brume automnale / Tombent les feuilles du jardin / [???] / Une blonde lumière arrose / La nature, et dans l'air tout rose / On croirait qu'il neige de l'or."
And one of my favourite poems by Marie-Claire Bancquart, "Je marche dans la solitude des livres", "Beyond the garden, beyond the moment at hand, are the fallen shells of chestnuts, the fire of leaves in the mist..."
And a verse by Ernest Dowson that went "And are we not better and at home / in dreamful autumn...? "
Maybe a couple of lines from this e.e. cummings poem? What my brain retained of it was "the glory is fallen out of the sky, this is the passing of all shining things"...
(if a fox could write autumn poetry I think it would sound like this poem. "no lingering no backward-wondering straight glad feet fear ruining lead us into the serious darkness...")
I also like this sentence by Elizabeth Coatsworth, from her book Personal Geography: "The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn’t ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know."
Anyway, love the idea of handmade illustrated bookmarks :) It reminds me of a calendar I made for a friend years ago, I wrote a little poem for each month and illustrated it. One of the poems was about having a snail friend:
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100 Days of Productivity [Day: 57] || 100 Jours de Productivité [Jour: 57]
different shades of créme. chasing the feeling of "never better".
the weather feels a little moody. cloudy enough to be grey, even with the blue sky visible. it stays like that until the early evening when we're given precious few hours of golden light. then we must wait until morning.
there's a different taste to the air these days. something is around the bend, and the world becomes almost congested. this is all in my head, of course.
essay proposals started
applications sorted
cleaning sorted
plants fed
freelance project planned
currently listening // ASHAMED by HEALTH
différentes nuances de crème. à la poursuite du sentiment de "jamais mieux".
le temps est un peu maussade. assez nuageux pour être gris, même si le ciel bleu est visible. il reste ainsi jusqu'au début de la soirée, lorsque nous avons droit à quelques précieuses heures de lumière dorée. ensuite, nous devons attendre le matin.
il y a un goût différent dans l'air ces jours-ci. quelque chose se prépare, et le monde devient presque congestionné. tout cela est dans ma tête, bien sûr.
début des propositions d'essais
demandes triées
nettoyage terminé
plantes nourries
projet freelance prévu
chanson // ASHAMED par HEALTH
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