Can You Still Get Paragoric

Ramblings on a poem by Paul Valery ... NOT THE

Love Poem? Or insomnia!
Leafing my collection Charmes looking for another poem, I rediscovered this little poem here:

The No

Your footsteps, children of my silence

sacredly slowly placed

Towards the bed of my watchfulness

Proceed dumb and frozen

Pure one, divine shadow,

How sweet, your not selected!

Gods! ... All donations I guess

come to me on those naked feet!

If your lips advanced

You are preparing for the soothing,

At the head of my thoughts

Food a kiss

Do not hurry this tender act,

Sweetness of being and being not

Because I lived to expect

And my heart was only your footsteps.

Taking its design poetic claimed by the author: "My verses have the meaning given to them," I remember that some commentators saw this as a subtle metaphor INSPIRATION !

as too intellectual and somewhat simplistic, and enjoying the freedom of interpretation given by Master Paul readers, I always feel it merely as a tender and intimate love poem, which I liked the pace not selected, "pace barefoot" said Alain ... I also loved the preciousness of etymological certain words, remembering the Latin, are not the proceed instead to run and make vigilant the eve of insomnia ...

But this time rereading my interpretation is straying.

Is it the influence of the beautiful pop concert Daniel Mille which I have already said all the good I thought, " WAITING ? Is this month's New Year under the sign of the expectation of the rise of the sun in the sky and the sap in the trees? This time I was rather sensitive to the expression of these states transition delicious and a little painful at times, statements of expectation , states of "Advent " ...

"Sweetness of being and not being"

I then recalled a request from my Payou. It lived alone after the death of my mother and we went to see him often, and sometimes by surprise, when the opportunity presented itself ... Far from ignoring those surprises, he told me one day:

'C' is also good when you announce well in advance that you will come ... In addition you see, I also have all the fun waiting for you ... "As

, kids, we had the pleasure of waiting for Christmas and later happiness days before the holidays ...

I might add, in the current context of recent days, where insomnia is often the appointment of my nights, and sometimes where instead of counting sheep or cloud, trying to catch sleep-mentally telling myself, I can assure you !!!!- poems learned in my childhood or my years of teaching, poems beloved ....

therefore I will add more trivial interpretation: this poem could well have the theme and title for

INSOMNIA, INSOMNIA CHERIE ...