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The cap and bells

La cape et les cloches - W.B.YEATS - tir de The wing among the reeds (1839)

mardi 27 mai 2008, par olivier

C’est l’histoire tendre d’un bouffon amoureux d’une reine qui à défaut d’être beau lui envoie son cœur et son esprit pour la séduire et y parvient..enfin une histoire qui se termine bien !.

The cap and bells

The jester walked in the garden

The garden had fallen still

He bade his soul rise upward

And stand on her window-sill.

It rose in a straight blue garment,

When owls began to call :

It had grown wise-tongued by thinking

Of quiet and light footfall ;

But the young queen would not listen ;

She rose in her pale night-gown ;

She drew in the heavy casement

And pushed the latches down.

He bade his heart go to her,

When the owls called out no more ;

In a red and quivering garment

It sang to her through the door.

It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming

Of a flutter of flower-like hair ;

But she took up her fan from the tal

And wave it off on the air.

« I have cap and bells » he pondered,

« I will send them to her and die » ;

And when the morning whitened

He left them where she went by.

She laid them upon her bosom,

Under a cloud of her hair,

And her lips sang them a love-song

Till stars grew out of the air.

She opened her door and her window,

And the heart and the soul came through,

To her right hand came the red one,

To her left hand came the blue.

They set up a noise like crickets,

A chattering wise and sweet,

And her hear was a folded flower

And the quiet of love in her feet.