4 février 2008

Stand Still

Que faire quand on se sent perdu, à la dérive, sans direction? La réponse est peut-être dans ce beau et joli poème écrit par un américain, David Wagoner, inspiré par d'anciens contes indiens. C'est un poème qui aide à se centrer.

David Wagoner, "Lost"

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you

Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,

And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,

Must ask permission to know it and be known.

The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,

I have made this place around you.

If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.

No two trees are the same to Raven.

No two branches are the same to Wren.

If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,

You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows

Where you are. You must let it find you.

From Traveling Light Collected and New Poems by David Wagoner, University of Illinois Press, Urbana and Chicago. 

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