vendredi 28 février 2014

L'Enlèvement de Ganymède

Pour accompagner ce poème de Percy Bysshe Shelley:

"He has outsoared the shadow of our night;
Envy and calumny and hate and pain,
And that unrest which men miscall delight,
Can touch him not and torture not again;
From the contagion of the world's slow stain
He is secure, and now can never mourn
A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain;
Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn,
With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.

(Shelley, Taken from: "Adonais")

(Travail terminé ce jour.)