Impression:Sunrise, Claude Monet,1873

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حقيقتا صميمانه عميقا
معلم اول
داستان داستانها
در جستجوی قطعه گمشده
يار مهربان
آقای روزنامه‌نگار
پرنده بهشتی
فرشته آوازخوان
عشق چيست
دنيای پرده‌های رنگی




The Lark In The Clear Air
Elemental-Loreena McKennitt

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

آزادی

by Georges Braque


پل الوار شاعر فرانسوی شعر معروفی داره به اسم "آزادی" که اونو تو دوران اشغال فرانسه تو جنگ جهانی دوم سروده
وقتی فرانسه تحت اشغال نازيها بود نيروی هوائی فرانسه نسخه های اين شعر رو روی فرانسه تحت اشغال پخش می کرد و اين شعر محبوبيت زيادی بين مردم پيدا کرده بود :


Liberty


On my notebooks from school
On my desk and the trees
On the sand on the snow
I write your name

On every page read
On all the white sheets
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name

On the golden images
On the soldier’s weapons
On the crowns of kings
I write your name

On the jungle the desert
The nests and the bushes
On the echo of childhood
I write your name

On the wonder of nights
On the white bread of days
On the seasons engaged
I write your name

On all my blue rags
On the pond mildewed sun
On the lake living moon
I write your name

On the fields the horizon
The wings of the birds
On the windmill of shadows
I write your name

On the foam of the clouds
On the sweat of the storm
On dark insipid rain
I write your name

On the glittering forms
On the bells of colour
On physical truth
I write your name

On the wakened paths
On the opened ways
On the scattered places
I write your name

On the lamp that gives light
On the lamp that is drowned
On my house reunited
I write your name

On the bisected fruit
Of my mirror and room
On my bed’s empty shell
I write your name

On my dog greedy tender
On his listening ears
On his awkward paws
I write your name

On the sill of my door
On familiar things
On the fire’s sacred stream
I write your name

On all flesh that’s in tune
On the brows of my friends
On each hand that extends
I write your name

On the glass of surprises
On lips that attend
High over the silence
I write your name

On my ravaged refuges
On my fallen lighthouses
On the walls of my boredom
I write your name

On passionless absence
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name

On health that’s regained
On danger that’s past
On hope without memories
I write your name

By the power of the word
I regain my life
I was born to know you
And to name you

LIBERTY



پل الوار بعدها اقرار کرده بود که اين شعر رو برای زنی که دوست داشته گفته و بعد اسم اون زن رو برداشته و به جاش گذاشته "آزادی"






برگزیده
 Hand with Bouquet,Pablo Picasso
سلام
مطلب اول
بعد از ذهن زیبا
آزمایش
خبر مهم
لاله و لادن
نسخه
آزادی
هواپیما و پرنده
دیدار
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