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De Franse schrijver, journalist en verzamelaar Henri-Pierre Roché werd op 28 mei 1879 geboren te Parijs. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 mei 2009 en ook mijn blog van 28 mei 2010xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
Uit: Victor
Patricia - Cette chambre m'amuse. Ça manque de sièges ici. Foutons-nous sur votre lit comme divan, c'est-à-dire vous dedans et moi dessus. C'est sans danger puisque nous l'aimons tous les deux. Et parlons de lui.
Elle sauta sur son lit. Ils s'installèrent comme elle avait dit, à distance.
Pierre - Aimez-vous Victor ?
Patricia - Oui.
Pierre - D'amitié ou d'amour ?
Patricia - Des deux. D'amour surtout.
Pierre - D'amour chaste ?
Patricia - Hélas ! Moi d'amour en plein et sans espoir. Je ne sais quel nom donner à ça. Tout le monde l'aime. Il est à tous et à personne. Il a raison sans doute. J'ai tort de le vouloir pour moi. Mais je ne veux que lui. Victor pourrait choisir parmi des héritières. Pas question. Pourrait avoir un gros contrat pour ses tableaux. Pas question. Il les donne presque tous à ses amis. Il donne aussi des leçons de français, fameuses et drôles, à deux dollars l'heure. Il s'amuse tout le temps. Son sourire est aimable, mais c'est un dictateur. il fait que ce qu'il veut, au moment où il veut. Où qu'il arrive, il devient le centre, il est le chef. il a une fantaisie à jet continu. Il a sûrement des aventures, avec des femmes faites, pas avec des jeunes filles. Il est discret, on ne sait rien.
Henri-Pierre Roché (28 mei 1879 9 april 1959)
Manuel Ortiz de Zarate, Henri-Pierre Roché [in uniform], Marie Vassilieff, Max Jacob and Picasso, Blvd. Montparnasse, Parijs, 12 Aug. 1916 - door Jean Cocteau
De Russische dichter, schrijver en schilder Maximilian Voloshin werd geboren op 28 mei 1877 in Kiev. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 mei 2009 en ook mijn blog van 28 mei 2010
Wormwood
My bonfire on the shore was burning down.
I heard the rustling sound of streaming glass.
The acrid soul of wistful wormwood wound
Through languid darkness, swayed, and flowed past.
The granite crags resemble fractured wings.
The weight of hills bends down a spinal cord.
The no-man's land is stiff and suffering.
The mouth of Earth has been denied the word!
A child of the inquisitive dark nights,
I am your eyes, wide-open to invite
The gaze of ancient stars, those lonesome lights
Whose prying rays reach out into the night.
I am your mouth of stone, your voiceless lyre!
By silence fettered, I have grown as mute
As extinct suns. I am the frozen fire
Of words. I am the sightless, wingless you.
O captive mother! How at night I bend
To feel your bosom - only you can see
The bitter smoke, the wormwood's bitter scent,
The bitterness of waves - will stay in me.
Vertaald door Constantine Rusanov
Maximilian Voloshin (28 mei 1877 11 augustus 1932)
De Chinese dichter Xin Qiji werd geboren op 28 mei 1140 in Jinan, in de provicie Shandong. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 mei 2009 en ook mijn blog van 28 mei 2010
Precious hairpin
Precious hairpin, broken, halved
At the Peach-Leaf Ferry where
We parted; darkening mist and willow shround the place.
I dread to climb the tower-top stair;
Nine days out of ten wind raves, rain torrents race:
It breaks my heart to see the scarlet petals scatter one by one.
All this with nobody to care
Above it - who is there
Will bid the oriole's singing cease?
From mirrored flowers that frame my face
I pluck the petals, try to foretell your return,
Counting and re-counting them a thousand ways.
By silken curtains dimly lit
Words born of dreams fight in my throat for release.
It was he, the Spring, who brought on me this agony of grief;
Who knows where Spring now strays?
He did not guess he should have gone
Taking my grief in his embrace.
Vertaald door A. Ayling en D. Mackintosh
Xin Qiji (28 mei 1140 1207)
De Zwitserse schrijver Johann David Wyss werd geboren op 28 mei 1743 in Bern. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 mei 2009 en ook mijn blog van 28 mei 2010
Uit: The Swiss Family Robinson
These few words had an immediate effect on the spirits of my children, who at once regarded our problematical chance of escaping as a happy certainty, and began to enjoy the relief from the violent pitching and rolling of the vessel.
My wife, however, perceived my distress and anxiety in spite of my forced composure, and I made her comprehend our real situation, greatly fearing the effect of the intelligence on her nerves. Not for a moment did her courage and trust in Providence forsake her, and on seeing this my fortitude revived.
We must find some food, and take a good supper, said she, it will never do to grow faint by fasting too long. We shall require our utmost strength tomorrow.
Night drew on apace, the storm was as fierce as ever, and at intervals we were startled by crashes announcing further damage to our unfortunate ship.
God will help us soon now, wont He, father? said my youngest child.
You silly little thing, said Fritz, my eldest son, sharply, dont you know that we must not settle what God is to do for us? We must have patience and wait His time.
Very well said, had it been said kindly, Fritz, my boy. You too often speak harshly to your brothers, although you may not mean to do so.
A good meal being now ready, my youngsters ate heartily, and retiring to rest were speedily fast asleep. Fritz, who was of an age to be aware of the real danger we were in, kept watch with us. After a long silence, Father, said he, dont you think we might contrive swimming belts for mother and the boys? With those we might all escape to land, for you and I can swim.
Your idea is so good, answered I, that I shall arrange something at once, in case of an accident during the night.
Johann David Wyss (28 mei 1743 11 januari 1818)
Scene uit de film uit 1960 met o.a. John Mills en Dorothy McGuire
Zie voor onderstaande schrijvers ook mijn blog van 28 mei 2010
De Duitse dichteres en schrijfster Maria Müller-Gögler werd geboren op 28 mei 1900 in Leutkirch im Allgäu. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 mei 2009.
De Deense dichter en schrijver Bernhard Severin Ingemann werd geboren op 28 mei 1789 in Thorkildstrup op het eiland Falster. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 mei 2009.
De Oostenrijkse schrijver Cornelius Hermann von Ayrenhoff werd geboren op 28 mei 1733 in Wenen. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 mei 2009.
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