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Le vent t'emportera. Jean-Pierre Leclercq Jean-Pierre Leclercq
   
Grande fresque réalisée en 2012 que j'avais oubliée de mettre dans ma galerie (parce que dans mon salon).

Pour les anglophiles :
Repulsed
The last silk-floating thought has gone from the dandelion stem, And the flesh of the stalk holds up for nothing a blank diadem.
So night's flood-winds have lifted my last desire from me, And my hollow flesh stands up in the night like vanity.
As I stand on this hill, with the whitening cave of the city in front
And this Helen beside m,. I am blank; being nothing, I bear the brunt
Of the nightly heavens overhead, like an immense, open eye, Like a cat's distended pupil, that sparkles with little stars
As with thoughts that flash and crackle in far-off malignancy, So distant, they cannot touch me, whom now nothing mars.
In front of me, yes, up the darkness, goes the gush of the lights of two towns, As the breath which rushes upwards from the nostrils of an immense
Beast crouched across the globe, ready, if need be, to pounce
Across the space on the cat in heaven's hostile eminence.
All round me, above and below, the night's twin consciousness roars
With sounds that endlessly swell and sink like the storm of thought in the brain, Lifting and falling, long gasps through the sluices, like silence that pours
Through invisible pulses, slowly, filling the night's dark vein.
The night is immense and awful, yet to me it is nothing at all.
Or rather'tis I am nothing, here in the fur of the heather
Like an empty dandelion stalk, bereft of connection, small
And nakedly nothing'twixt world and heaven, two creatures hostile together.
I in the fur of the world, alone; but this Helen close by!
How we hate one another to-night, hate, she and i
To numbness and nothingness; I dead, she refusing to die.
The female whose venom can more than kill, can numb and then nullify.

D. H. Lawrence
Le vent t'emportera
Art by Artists,  Paintings,  Oil
Author: Jean-Pierre Leclercq
195 x  97 cm  /   76.8 x  38.2 in
Themes: Genre Scene  /   Genre: Academism  /   Characteristic: Signed  /   Authenticity / Provenance: Original  /   Artists types: Professional artists  /   Mounting: On Canvas  /   Period: Contemporary  /  
 
Posted: july 16, 2016 / Modified: july 16, 2016
Copyright Jean-Pierre Leclercq

Anne-Marie Briot
Anne-Marie Briot , July 16
195X97! Cette magnifique fresque ne doit pas passer inaperçue dans votre salon!
Bravo
 
Le vent t'emportera
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Jean-Pierre Leclercq
Jean-Pierre Leclercq
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Vacqueyras, France
Oil
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