Dimanche 19 Octobre 2008 Journee peu remplie
Dimanche 19 Octobre 2008
Journee peu remplie aujourd´hui... normal on est dimanche !
Donc je tiens juste a dire qu´hier j'ai regarde Dead Poets Society... ou pour les bons vieux frenchis... Le cercle des poetes disparus... et je tiens a dire que je place ce film parmis les meilleurs que j'ai vu ! (Ildara repete tout ce que j'ecris... c'est legerement agacant mais elle me prete son ordi alors je dis rien... enfin pour le moment :)... de toute facon elle ne comprend rien :) )...
Donc dans ce merveilleux film... il y a Robert Sean Leonard... autrement dit Wilson dans Doc House... et il est vraiment plus..... JEUNE.... logique :)...
Petits cadeaux :
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
- But O heart! heart! heart!
- O the bleeding drops of red,
- Where on the deck my Captain lies,
- Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
- Here Captain! dear father!
- This arm beneath your head;
- It is some dream that on the deck,
- You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
- Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
- But I, with mournful tread,
- Walk the deck my Captain lies,
- Fallen cold and dead.
- C'est le poeme dans Deas Poets Society... :)... so beautiful poeme !
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