samedi 2 février 2013

(Photo Paul Costopoulos, St-Sauveur, octobre 2011)



I Tthink that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer

L’arbre, ce symbole de solidité, de puissance, de beauté et d’enracinement au sol natal, depuis toujours, occupe une place centrale dans notre vie…et notre vocabulaire.  L’arbre de vie, l’arbre de la science du bien et du mal, l’arbre généalogique, l’arbre de décision, l’arbre qui cache la forêt, etc…

Tolkien, utilisant la racine (encore l’arbre) grecque « dendron », en a fait les « Dendres », ces formidables arbres vivants finalement vainqueurs de Saroumane et libérateur de la voie qui mènera Frodo à l’accomplissement ultime de sa mission : rendre l’Anneau au Feu originel.

Les arbres marchent et conquièrent.  Voyez les ruines mayas ou les temples d’Angkor Wat.  Tous repris à la jungle qui les avait recouverts.  Plus près de nous, les Laurentides, quand j’étais enfant, étaient chauves, victimes de la coupe à blanc pour, successivement, les marines des rois de France puis d’Angleterre, enfin pour satisfaire les colons et les usines de pâte et papier.

Et nous, Québécois, que ferions-nous sans l’Érable même si le Lys est notre emblème?

Paul Costopoulos, Longueuil, mercredi, 30 janvier 2013

(Photo Paul Costopoulos, St-Sauveur, octobre 2011)

10 commentaires:

  1. Kilmer, though a doggerel poet, had the right spirit.

    I read there is a bit of fuss over the variety of maple that is showing up on the banknotes.

  2. Indeed and the maple leaf on our flag is from a Japanese maple variety. Canada is a multicultural country proud of it's variety and differences. WE are evermore a country of minorities and, after English, Mandarin is the second most spoken language in the home environmemt specially on our west coast.

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  4. Japanese maples are about my favorite, actually. I keep suppressing the temptation to poach a cutting from my neighbor's yard.

  5. Maybe, if asked, he would allow you to take one. Unless he is a grouch?

  6. This reminds me of a program on television portraying what would happen if humans suddenly died out. Within a short period of time, vines and eventually trees take over buildings, such as you say at Angkor Wat, Mayan and other ancient ruins. Food for thought — and it is lovely to be reacquainted with this poem.

  7. Thank you Amanda. When you see grass shoots growing through an asphalt road bed, you have to show respect towards Mother Nature's strenght and resilaince.

  8. I used to look at grass and Queen Anne's Lace breaking through the joins of railway platforms on the upper Hudson and say "We are conquering you!" And yet I needed to tak the train. Sometimes I have trouble knowing which side I am on.

    PS: My neighbor is indeed a horrible grouch.

  9. Harmonizing the development needs of our popukations and the respect for nature is not an easy task and walking riding the fence is uncomfortable.

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