<< (...) les
vagues sont immobiles. A l'approche de la côte, leurs
crêtes blanches sont figées. La mer ne bouge pas. Puis se
dressent les falaises et s'étendent les collines. (...) Here
comes Paris. Surely swarming. Ad infinitum grey.>> o.green, Nouvelles de Villes, EMA Flight << Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date.>> W.Shakespeare- Sonnet XVIII
<< Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies,
Let them live upon their praises; Long as there’s a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory;>> W.Worsdworth- To the small Celandine |
![]() ж³ special selection december2009- Ж³ authors selected poems and short-stories in partnership witth GG02Radio and Sound Swarm |