Saturday, 15 October 2011

Automne malade

Les feuilles
Qu'on foule
Un train
Qui roule
La vie
S'écoule


 Hello Hello! I got into the autumn mood so I thought I'd try to write it out and see what I can do.

I keep singing this song in my head...could make good background for reading :)


First, here is a little update "de moi" Life has been busy recently. And I cannot see it getting lighter anytime soon. What I try to do is seek balance and do not waste time(that can really be a hard one sometimes). But I must say that along with all the hard work, duties, the heavy load of the senior year full of choices that sometimes seems too heavy and so many things on my mind I keep trying not to forget...there is always a lot of light.. It is just that I sometimes get stuck so deep in all the "to do things" that I almost forget to look around. But when I finally do, I can see so much love, beauty and little precious things all around my life that the heavy seems not so heavy anymore. It is hard. But is also beautiful.
Autumnal sunshine, red leaves, apples and hot cocoa can always bring a little spark of joy.



Apples from my friend's garden...

I made my first apple crumble of the season this week. It was a spontaneous decision(I'm a fan of those). It did smell like autumn.

My friend once showed me this poem by Apollinaire. "Automne malade." (I'm not putting here the original French version although I think poem translating is truly a weird thing. Anyway, I still have 7 more months till I'm supposed be a professional French speaker...that is quite enough hopefully) I like the last six verses best because they talk about life and how fast it goes. It has seemed even faster lately. The autumn is almost over already and I find myself borrowing my dad's sweaters to keep me warm.

Autumn ill and adored

You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries
When it has snowed
In the orchard trees

Poor autumn
Dead in whiteness and riches
Of snow and ripe fruits
Deep in the sky
The sparrow hawks cry
Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs
Who’ve never been loved

In the far tree-lines
the stags are groaning

And how I love O season how I love your rumbling
The falling fruits that no one gathers
The wind the forest that are tumbling
All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf
                              The leaves
                              You press
                              A crowd
                              That flows
                              The life
                              That goes

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