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Le jeu de construction

L’homme s’enfuit, le cheval tombe,

La porte ne peut pas s’ouvrir,

L’oiseau se tait, creusez sa tombe,

Le silence le fait mourir.

Un papillon sur une branche

Attend patiemment l’hiver,

Son cœur est lourd, la branche penche,

La branche se plie comme un ver.

Pourquoi pleurer la fleur séchée

Et pourquoi pleurer les lilas?

Pourquoi pleurer la rose d’ambre?
Pourquoi pleurer la pensée tendre?

Pourquoi chercher la fleur cachée

Si l’on n’a pas de récompense?

—Mais pour ça, ça et ça.

The Construction Game ...

The man runs away, the horse falls,
The door cannot open,
The bird is silent, dig its grave,
Silence kills him.

A butterfly on a branch
Wait patiently for winter,
His heart is heavy, the branch leans,
The branch bends like a worm.

Why mourn the dried flower
And why cry lilacs?
Why cry for the amber rose?
Why cry the tender thought?

Why look for the hidden flower
What if there is no reward?

—But for this, this and this.

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Thomas Oboe Lee Cambridge, Massachusetts

Thomas Oboe Lee was born in China in 1945. He lived in São Paulo, Brazil, for six years before coming to the United States in 1966. After graduating from the University of Pittsburgh, he studied composition at the New England Conservatory and Harvard University. He has been a member of the music faculty at Boston College since 1990. ... more

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