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Mohammed al-Ahmed Ouled Sghaier (1)

...... I have no problem

I have no problem
Any cat that I saw only stray

I embrace You're my son, the Grand
And going back ... In my solitude


Never
I have a problem
After ten green bottles
which I will do the groundwork for my perfect city
And appoint my commensal headed
Then dictate my poetry
I will bring soldiers to their duty And me sentimental
go ... Forgot my glass
A

I have no problem

When I am dead Only
have walked behind me my pen
My shoes
And the dream of the executioners
I now resume my tears
the River
From the sea From his cheek

the thirty years without joy
From moisture ear

I have no problem

If the heavens are seven

Or if they are five
The rain will come And the land

If they are seven
Five
Or
They suffice to men

I have no problem

J will go and see God alone And tell him


My love I want a place that bans land

Hell And Heaven

Never
I have no problem

When the flowers irritate my pockets I
draws with the pen
And the flag ... And when that flag
bare my son I torn
Star Star
While I sew their nakedness
While I embrace the earth without naming God

I have no problem
I have no problem

trad. Tahar Bekri in : The Poets of the Mediterranean , Poetry / Gallimard

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Paul Valery (1)


............... Cemetery Marine

This quiet roof, where dove,
Between the pines pulsates between the tombs;
Impartial noon composed of lights
The sea, the sea, constantly renewed
O reward after thinking
That a long look at the calm of the gods!

What pure work for flash burns
Maint diamond elusive foam
What peace seems to be conceived!
When the sun is a deep, pure
Structures of the eternal question,
Time flickers and the dream is to know.

Stable treasure, simple temple to Minerva,
mass of calm, and visible reserve
lidded water, eye guards that you
So sleep under a veil of flame,
O silence! . . . Building in the soul, fills
But gold thousand tiles, Roof!

Temple of Time, a brief sigh,
At this point I clean up and get used,
All eyes surrounded my sailor;
And as my offering to the gods Supreme
Scintillation serene sows
On the altitude a sovereign contempt.

...

The wind is rising! ... He must try to live! The huge air
opens and closes my book, The wave
Dares to explode out of rocks!
Fly, bewildered pages!
Break, waves! Break water rejoiced
This quiet roof where pecking jibs!

Paul Valery, Poems, Poetry NRF / Gallimard