Sarra Tebib

“Toute cette solitude qui colle aux gens, ça fout le moral à zéro, c'est tout.”
― Lou Delvig, Jours sans faim

“I.
In the greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—
Radiant palace—reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion—
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.

II.
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow
(This—all this—was in the olden
Time long ago);
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And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.

III.
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute’s well-tunèd law;
Round about a throne, where sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

IV.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

V.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And, round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
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Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

VI.
And travellers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh—but smile no more.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher

“Moi j’aime la pluie au cimetière Saint-Jean. Papa, Maman, vous aimez bien la pluie aussi, quand on est mort on aime la pluie parce que ça ressemble aux larmes. Quand je suis petit je ne sais pas dire « il pleut », je dis : « il pleure ».”
― J.M.G. Le Clézio, Alma

“That's about all that can be said for plots, which anyway are just one thing after another, a what
and a what and a what.
Now try How and Why.”
― Margaret Atwood