Three short works

EAN : 9791041953356

FLAUBERT GUSTAVE

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EAN13 : 9791041953356
Réf. fournisseur : 305249
Date Parution : 27 sept. 2023
Disponibilite : Disponible
Barème de remise : NS
Nombre de pages : 74
Format : H:210 mm L:148 mm E:4 mm
Poids : 109gr

Résumé

Résumé : DEATH SPEAKS At night, in winter, when the snow-flakes fall slowly from heaven like great white tears, I raise my voice; its resonance thrills the cypress trees and makes them bud anew. I pause an instant in my swift course over earth; throw myself down among cold tombs; and, while dark-plumaged birds rise suddenly in terror from my side, while the dead slumber peacefully, while cypress branches droop low o'er my head, while all around me weeps or lies in deep repose, my burning eyes rest on the great white clouds, gigantic winding-sheets, unrolling their slow length across the face of heaven. How many nights, and years, and ages have I journeyed thus! A witness of the universal birth and of a like decay; Innumerable are the generations I have garnered with my scythe. Like God, I am eternal! The nurse of Earth, I cradle it each night upon a bed both soft and warm. The same recurring feasts; the same unending toil! Each morning I depart, each evening I return, bearing within my mantle's ample folds all that my scythe has gathered. And then I scatter them to the four winds of Heaven! When the high billows run, when the heavens weep, and shrieking winds lash ocean into madness, then in the turmoil and the tumult do I fling myself upon the surging waves, and lo! the tempest softly cradles me, as in her hammock sways a queen. The foaming waters cool my weary feet, burning from bathing in the falling tears of countless generations that have clung to them in vain endeavour to arrest my steps.
Biographie : Gustave Flaubert est un écrivain français né à Rouen le 12 décembre 18211 et mort à Croisset, lieu-dit de la commune de Canteleu, le 8 mai 1880.