Tag Archives: Wind

quotation: Words are but wind; and learning is nothing but words; ergo, learning is nothing but wind. Jonathan Swift


Words are but wind; and learning is nothing but words; ergo, learning is nothing but wind.

Jonathan Swift (1667-1745) Discuss

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Leonard Cohen – The Partisan the “…freedom comes from shadows…”


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Leonard Cohen – The Partisan

The Partisan.
When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often,
I’ve lost my wife and children
but I have many friends,
and some of them are with me.

An old woman gave us shelter,
kept us hidden in the garret,
then the soldiers came;
she died without a whisper.

There were three of us this morning
I’m the only one this evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we’ll come from the shadows.

Les Allemands e’taient chez moi, (The Germans were at my home)
ils me dirent, “Signe toi,” (They said, “Sign yourself,”)
mais je n’ai pas peur; (But I am not afraid)
j’ai repris mon arme. (I have retaken my weapon.)

J’ai change’ cent fois de nom, (I have changed names a hundred times)
j’ai perdu femme et enfants (I have lost wife and children)
mais j’ai tant d’amis; (But I have so many friends)
j’ai la France entie`re. (I have all of France)

Un vieil homme dans un grenier (An old man, in an attic)
pour la nuit nous a cache’, (Hid us for the night)
les Allemands l’ont pris; (The Germans captured him)
il est mort sans surprise. (He died without surprise.)

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we’ll come from the shadows.

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Maybe, Maybe, poetic thought by George-B


Maybe, Maybe,  poetic thought by George-B

I waited for the right wave, too long,
unlike Papillon I discovered
no particular sequence.
Wave washed on the sand at my feet, 
waves crushed against the shore, 
always remodeling…

I waited for the right wind, the one that would propel me
away from the shore, for too long…
many a wind came, whistling their way through space
brushing and polishing the face of stone, the Sphinx:
He seems to have been witness to all, since it was carved
by demigods or perhaps antediluvian human-like creature,
my ancestors…
Maybe, one day the perfect wind will bring the perfect wave

Maybe, maybe…

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