Voices under the stones
The Beautiful Letters| N° d'inventaire | 25111 |
| Format | 12.6 x 19.2 |
| Détails | 290 p., 12 B&W illustration(s), pin. |
| Publication | Paris, 2021 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782251452159 |
You looked up and saw Jupiter
Sitting atop the giant pine tree.
And then you looked down and saw
My empty chair sways in the wind under the lonely porch.
Courage, my love.
Edgar Lee Masters
Edgar Lee Masters (1868-1950), raised in the West at the time of the last Indian wars, but a great reader of Ovid and Anacreon, left us this collection of poems (1915), constantly republished across the Atlantic, which brings to life the grating, disenchanted song of unfulfilled dreams.
A cemetery on the banks of a river in the immense Prairie. 244 graves. 244 epitaphs that tell the story of a town, its inhabitants—and their disappointed ambitions. Each one adds their angry, melancholic, or futile verse: blacksmiths, tooth-pullers, sinners and pastors, sacristy bugs and free-spirited stragglers, survivors of the great rush to the West, drunks and teetotalers, farmers and tramps, plunderers and plundered, all duped by their peers, and even more so by history.
Where poetry competes with the novel to celebrate what remains of humanity after disasters.
You looked up and saw Jupiter
Sitting atop the giant pine tree.
And then you looked down and saw
My empty chair sways in the wind under the lonely porch.
Courage, my love.
Edgar Lee Masters
Edgar Lee Masters (1868-1950), raised in the West at the time of the last Indian wars, but a great reader of Ovid and Anacreon, left us this collection of poems (1915), constantly republished across the Atlantic, which brings to life the grating, disenchanted song of unfulfilled dreams.
A cemetery on the banks of a river in the immense Prairie. 244 graves. 244 epitaphs that tell the story of a town, its inhabitants—and their disappointed ambitions. Each one adds their angry, melancholic, or futile verse: blacksmiths, tooth-pullers, sinners and pastors, sacristy bugs and free-spirited stragglers, survivors of the great rush to the West, drunks and teetotalers, farmers and tramps, plunderers and plundered, all duped by their peers, and even more so by history.
Where poetry competes with the novel to celebrate what remains of humanity after disasters.