Poèmes

Vous retrouverez sur cette page les poèmes utilisés dans la série Twin Peaks.


Episode 2 : sonnet n°18 de Shakespeare récité par Ben Horne
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd
; And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Irais-je te comparer au jour d'été ?
Tu es plus tendre et bien plus tempéré : des vents violents secouent les chers boutons de mai et le bail de l'été est trop proche du terme;
Parfois trop est brillant l'oeil du ciel, souvent ternie sa complexion dorée, toute beauté parfois diminue de beauté, par hasard, ou abîmée au cours changeant de la nature;
Mais ne se flétrira ton éternel été, ni perdra possession de ce beau que tu as, et ne se vantera la mort que tu erres parmi son ombre, quand en rimes éternelles à travers temps tu grandiras.;
Tant que les hommes respireront et tant que les yeux verront, aussi longtemps ceci vivra, ceci donnera vie à toi.
Episode 4: Hawk
One woman can make you fly like an eagle
another can give you the strenghth of a lion
but only one in the cycle of life
can fill your heart with wonder
and the wisdom that you have known a singular joy.
Episode 8 Harriet Hayward
It was Laura
And I saw her glowing.
In the dark woods,
I saw her smiling.
We were crying
And I saw her laughing.
In our sadness,
I saw her dancing.
It was Laura
Living in my dreams.
It was Laura.
The glow was life.
Her smile was to say
It was all right to cry.
The woods was our sadness.
The dance was her calling.
It was Laura
And she came to kiss me goodbye.
Episode 13 : Mike / Bob
Through the darkness of future past
The magican longs to see
One chance out between two worlds:
Fire walk with me
Episode 14 : Femme à la Bûche
As the night wind blows, the boughs move to and fro.
The rustling, the magic rustling that brings on the dark dream.
The dream of suffering and pain.
Pain for the victim, pain for the inflicter of pain.
A circle of pain, a circle of suffering.
Woe to the ones who behold the pale horse.
Poème de PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
2ème strophe envoyée par Windom Earle
à Donna, Audrey et Shelly
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle -
Why not I with thine?


See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another.
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother.
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea.
What is all this sweet work worth,
If thou kiss not me?
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