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Those dancing days are gone

Les jours o lon dansait sont passs-W.B. YEATS-Daprs Last poms (1936-1939)

mercredi 28 mai 2008, par olivier

Ce titre évocateur est sans doute lié à la montée de la tension mondiale à l’approche de la dernière guerre ou plus simplement à la vieillesse de l’auteur...Ce n’est pas facile de danser avec une canne !

Those dancing days are gone

Come,let me sing into your ear

Those dancing days are gone,

All that silk and satin gear,

Crouch upon a stone,

Wrapping that foul body up,

In as foul a rag :

I carry the sun in a golden cup,

The moon in a silver bag.

Curse as you may I sing it throigh ;

What matter if the knave

That the most could pleasure you,

The children that he gave,

Are somewhere sleeping like a top

Under a marble flag ?

I carry the sun in a golden cup,

The moon in a silver bag.

I thought it out this very day,

Noon upon the clock,

A man may put pretence away

Who leans upon a stick,

May sing, and sing until he drop,

Whether to maid or hag :

I carry the sun in a golden cup,

The moon in a silver bag.