25 février 2009
A Cyrus
A Cyrus
Au pied de la tombe où dort le défunt roi
Quelques roses dans la pierre dessinent un jardin d'autrefois
Il est vaste ce temps qui a perdu le nom du divin cyprés
Les degrés surélevés de sa dernière demeure mènent à un ciel incertain
La porte du sépulcre ouverte au vent à laisser échapper la légende
Depuis longtemps les muses ne danse plus dans l'horizon éteint de ses paradis verts
A Cyrus celui qui reste et demeure l'Achéménide...
Emilie. K 25/02/09
05 août 2007
Les bois dorés
L'accolade Edmon Blair Leigthon
Les bois dorés
Dans le fond bleu de mon enfance
Les blancs lilas gardent l’été
Et les fontaines crachent en silence
La douce chanson des bois dorés
De grands carrosses passent le chemin
Leurs coffres immenses de parchemin
Portent au jour l’amour courtois
Des siècles d’art riches d’exploits
Les dames fines le front bien haut
Jeunes troubadours genoux à terre
Chantent la rime et les doux mots
Leur voix plus douce que la rivière
De beaux émaux portent les couleurs
Qui scient aux rangs à la valeur
Des sieurs qui partent tournoyer
Ils suivent le code du chevalier
Dans le fond bleu de mon enfance
Les blancs lilas dorment l’été
Et les fontaines gardent en silence
Le souvenir des bois dorés…
Emilie.K 5/08/07
23 janvier 2007
Lohengrin
Lohengrin le chevalier au cygne
Une forêt tendue dans l’obscurité, Tel un nid de fougère oxygéné
Parcourant les cimes corbeau des brumes, S’esclaffe le soir à l’onyx de ses plumes
Le Rhin saigne ton secret chevalier émérite, Ta légende inscrite au gris du granite
Cette pierre muette prison de ton corps, Vient silence connaître le tombeau du cygne qui dort
La dame de Clèves a mis fin à ses jours, Oh guerrier du Rhénan chantés haut cet amour
Porter dont à vos cœurs le blason Lohengrin, Faite accueil dans vos rangs à ce prince éponyme…
Emilie.K
13 septembre 2006
Au creux des racines
(Atale au tombeau Anne-Louis Girodet 1808)
Au creux des racines
L’automne pleure ses feuilles
Au noir couvercle d’un cercueil
Jour allonge tes rayons pâles
Bientôt la nuit sera fatale
M’enfouir au creux des racines
Où les arbres boiront mes rimes
Et mon corps en son nu linceul
Une faucheuse pour accueil
La terre et sa noire matrice
Prendront mon cadavre droit comme un lys
La mort conduira le souffle de l’âme
Limpide clarté encense ma flamme
Au noir couvercle d’un cercueil
Les arbres boiront mes rimes
Automne aura fait son deuil
Un corps aux creux des racines…
Emilie.K 13/09/06
05 mai 2006
Cléopâtre
(The death of Cleopatra Réginal Arthur 1892)
Cléopâtre
Aspic destin tu scelles,
Tout comme l’asphodèle,
Au sein d’une reine,
La mort souveraine.
Son teint au lait d’ânesse,
Reflète sa tunique pâle,
Blême gît la déesse,
Sa dose fut létale.
Pleure fleuve du Nil,
Ton limon fertile,
Anubis dieux clément,
Osiris au jugement.
Royaume des morts couronne,
Cléopâtre Pharaonne,
Maât à rendue justice,
A l’une des fille d’Isis.
Emilie.K
Matin bleu ciel
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Matin bleu ciel
Fragile matin tisse l’aurore,
Pinson fredonne en accord,
Voûte poudrée s’écrase l’étoile,
Lune meurt en ses blancs voiles.
Rayon du soleil,
Draps froissés et sommeil,
Couvre corps à l’éveil,
Eclat d’un bleu ciel.
Flotte parfum du levé,
Blanche clarté satinée,
Illumine la voie lactée,
S’assoupit l’obscurité…
Emilie.K
08 avril 2006
La dame d'éther
(L'exécution de Lady Grey Paul Delaroche 1537-1554)
La dame d’éther
Elle dort sur un lit de joncs,
Au cachot du vieux palais,
Ses mains forment en conque,
La prière quelle taisait.
A l’alibi des lambeaux,
L’habit ses gris oripeaux,
Ses yeux d’un blanc ovale,
Pleurent l’astre d’opale.
La misère incarne sa peau,
Elle se meurt notre dame d’éther,
Sa bouche a perdu les mots,
On a martyrisé la terre.
Une brise glisse sur son front,
S’immisce aux plis du jupon,
Rouge sang coule le vice,
L’horreur s’étale aux cuisses.
Elle se meurt notre dame d’éther,
Ses yeux d’un blanc ovale,
Pleurent l’astre d’opale,
On a martyrisé la terre.
Emilie.K
Lady Jane Grey
Lady Jane Grey (October 12, 1537 – February 12, 1554), a great-granddaughter of Henry VII of England, was proclaimed Queen regnant of the Kingdom of England for nine days in 1553. Jane's mother, Frances Grey, was the daughter of King Henry VIII's younger sister Mary and her husband (and true love) Charles Brandon. Jane's status as a monarch is controversial as her succession contravened an Act of Parliament, although this has also been the case with other English monarchs. After her brief rule ended, however, her proclamation as Queen was revoked. She was also known as one of the most learned women of her day and described as one of "the finest female minds of the century"[citation needed].
She is sometimes known as "The Nine Days' Queen" (July 10 – July 19, 1553) or "The Thirteen Days' Queen" (July 6 – July 19, 1553) — owing to uncertainty as to when she actually succeeded to the throne and was deposed. "Nine days" is the more commonly held view. The day of her predecessor's death (July 6) and that of her official proclamation as Queen (July 10) have both been considered to be the beginning of her short reign.
Early life and education
Jane was born at Bradgate Park near Leicester in October (unknown day: perhaps the 12th) 1537, the eldest daughter of Henry Grey, Marquess of Dorset and his wife Lady Frances Brandon. She had two younger sisters: Lady Catherine Grey and Lady Mary Grey. She was a companion to Edward VI and shared many similarities with him. Jane was extremely well educated, knowing Latin, Greek and Hebrew as well as several modern languages. She read her Greek New Testament daily and corresponded with the Swiss Zwinglian reformers in Latin from the age of thirteen. Jane's parents often mistreated her and she herself admitted that she enjoyed studying because it provided her an escape from her parents. Jane, through the teachings of her tutors, became a devoted Protestant. Her religion was very important to her.
Jane's claim to the throne was through her mother, Lady Frances Brandon, who was the daughter of Mary Tudor (a daughter of King Henry VII of England) and her second husband, Charles Brandon, 1st Duke of Suffolk. Frances was still living but renounced her claim to the throne in favour of her daughter.
According to the notion of male primogeniture, the Suffolks (Brandons and later Greys) were the junior branch of the heirs of Henry VII. The 1544 Act of Succession restored both Mary and Elizabeth to the line of succession even though neither had been re-legitimized. Furthermore, this Act authorised Henry VIII to alter the succession by his will. His last will reinforced the succession of his three children, and then declared that should none of his three children leave heirs, the throne would pass to heirs of his younger sister, Mary. His will completely ignored the claims of the heirs of his elder sister Margaret Tudor, which were superior to those of the Suffolks.
Several Protestant nobles had become wealthy since Henry VIII closed the Catholic monasteries and divided the lands and possessions among his supporters. John Dudley, Duke of Northumberland, was the foremost among them, having been the regent during the reign of Henry's son, Edward VI. Fearing a return to Catholicism, and the prospect of losing his wealth and power, Northumberland led a faction which, when it became clear Edward VI was dying, would ensure the accession of a Protestant instead of the Catholic Mary Tudor. Northumberland hastily arranged for his son Guilford Dudley to marry Jane, hoping through him to gain control over his daughter-in-law and the reins of England. When informed by her parents of her betrothal, Jane refused point-blank to obey because Guildford was ugly and stupid. Scholars today still scratch their heads over what made this seemingly quiet and obedient girl go completely against precedent and refuse her parents' marriage arrangements. The refusal was ineffective, as her parents forced her into submission.
The question of the succession had arisen as a result of the religious unrest that had prevailed during the reign of King Henry VIII of England (1509–47). When Henry VIII's Protestant successor Edward VI died at an early age, the next in line to the throne was his Roman Catholic half-sister Mary. However, Edward VI named the heirs of his father's sister Mary Tudor (not his own half-sister Mary) as his successors in a will composed on his deathbed under the persuasion of Northumberland. He knew that this effectively left the throne to his favored cousin Jane Grey, who like him was staunchly Protestant and highly educated. At the time of Edward VI's death, and ignoring the will (which was of dubious legality, being contrary to the Act of Succession), Jane was fourth in line to the throne, after Mary, Elizabeth, and Frances. Jane's claim to the throne was therefore obviously weak.
Accession
Edward VI died on July 6, 1553. Lady Jane Grey was proclaimed Queen of England while staying at the New Inn, Gloucester on July 10, 1553, just four days later. She was, according to some accounts, tricked into putting on the crown by Northumberland; however, she refused to name her husband as king, titling him instead the Duke of Clarence. This infuriated the Dudleys, and Guilford was counseled by his mother to refuse to share Jane's bed and to leave her castle. She had the castle guard stop him, and told him what he did at night did not concern her, but during the day, his place was by her side.
In order to consolidate power, there were a number of key tasks which confronted Northumberland, the most important of which was to capture and isolate Mary in order to prevent her from gathering support around her. Mary, however, was advised of his intentions and took flight, sequestering herself in Framlingham Castle in Suffolk.
Deposal
Mary I proved to have more popular support than Jane, partly because of the continuing sympathy for the treatment her mother, Catherine of Aragon, had received at the hands of Henry VIII. Mary amassed a support of 20,000 men at Framlingham Castle and marched to London where Jane was deposed. After she was deposed, there seemed some likelihood that her life would be spared by Mary, who had now taken the throne. She sent John de Feckenham to Lady Jane, in an attempt to convert her to Catholicism.
The Protestant rebellion of Sir Thomas Wyatt, in the first months of 1554, sealed Jane's fate despite the fact that she had nothing to do with it directly. The rebellion was at first a popular revolt precipitated by the imminent marriage of Mary to the Catholic Philip II of Spain (1556–98). Jane's father, the Duke of Suffolk, and other nobles joined the rebellion, calling for Jane's restoration as Queen. Phillip and his councillors pressed Mary to execute Jane to put an end to any future focus for unrest. Mary offered Jane a pardon if she would convert to Catholicism, but Jane refused. Five days after Wyatt's arrest, Jane and Guilford were executed.
Execution
On the morning of February 12, 1554, Guilford Dudley was taken from his rooms at the Tower of London to the public execution place at Tower Hill, where he was beheaded. His remains were carried back to the Tower of London in a horse cart, past the rooms where Jane was kept prisoner. Jane was then taken out to Tower Green, inside the Tower of London, for a private execution. Such was reserved, with few exceptions, for royalty alone, and was done at the request of Queen Mary, in a gesture of respect for her cousin. John de Feckenham, who had been unable to convert Jane, stayed with her during the execution. Jane had been determined to go to her death with dignity, but once blindfolded, could not find the executioner's block. She had begun to panic when an unknown hand, possibly de Feckenham, helped her find her way and retain her dignity in the end.
The "traitor-heroine of the Reformation" was only 16 years old at the time. There is no record that her mother made any attempt, request or otherwise, to save her life, and her father was already awaiting execution for his part in the Wyatt rebellion. Jane and Guilford are buried in the Chapel of St. Peter ad Vincula on the North side of Tower Green. Queen Mary lived for only four more years after she ordered the death of her cousin, Jane.
Northumberland's other sons John, Ambrose, Henry and Robert were all subsequently imprisoned but later pardoned for their part in their father's scheme.
Poème:
Young, beautiful and learned Jane, intent
On knowledge, fount it peace; her vast acquirement
Of goodness was her fall; she was content
With dulcet pleasures, such as calm retirement
Yields to the wise alone; -- her only vice
Was virtue: in obedience to her sire
And lord she died, with them a sacrifice
To their ambition: her own mild desire
Was rather to be happy than be great;
For though at their request, she claimed the crown,
That they through her might rise to rule the state,
Yet the bright diadem and gorgeous throne
She viewed as cares, dimming the dignity
Of her unsullied mind and pur benignity.
by William Hone (1780 -1842)
Inscribed beneath a portrait of Lady Jane Grey
29 mars 2006
Enfant du clair-obscur
Enfant du clair-obscur
Au funèbre sentier
Se jette un cimetière
Les sanglots mortifiés
Nébuleuse et mystère
Des anges pâles
Veille au tombeau
Madone et ses voiles
Gardent l’entrée du caveau
Sort de ton abysse
Eveille l’outre-tombe
Au sang du calice
La terre te féconde
Toi l’enfant du clair-obscur
Au charme de nature
La lune est ta narcose
En son opale osmose
Vampire aux lèvres vermeilles,
Tu frôles les douces dentelles,
D’une demoiselle en sommeil,
A tes crocs se lie l'éternel
Emilie.K
23 mars 2006
Poète
(Le voyageur au-dessus de la mer de nuages Caspar David Friedrich 1817 )
Poète
Tu somnoles au rêve d’une vie,
Profond suicide la mélancolie,
Poète ne cache son infini.
Mes versets noirs, obscurs écris,
Se grave au jardin maudit.
S’offrir en larmes de sang,
Pour parler des souvenirs d’antan.
Plonger dans l’abysse effarant,
Des mots au pouvoir brisant,
Fantôme du souvenir latent.
Une prière aux lèvres pâles,
Passion se boit en dose létale.
Couler mes vers sur la toile,
Je tisse les mots de cristal,
Aux frissonnantes étoiles.
Emilie.K
15 mars 2006
Une rose des sables
Une rose des sables
Embraser à l’éther bleu,
Un ciel divin lumineux,
Pâle colombe vole,
À l’Alizé d’Eole.
Boire la ciguë d’un rêve,
Empoisonner sans trêve,
Un bouquet d’Asphodèle,
Funèbre immortelle.
Visage Sahel,
Aux larmes de sel,
Les fleurs sauvages du cœur,
Une rose des sables meurt…
Emilie.K
(La rose des sables est une roche évaporitique formée par la cristallisation lenticulaire de minéraux solubles, et dont la disposition rappelle les pétales d'une rose.)
