Grave of our ancestors

South-west of France

“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so ;

Fot those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death, not yet canst thou kill me.”

Death be no proud by John DONNE

Soldier in the French Army

Soldiers in the French Army 

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I said to love

“I said to love,
Thou art not young, thou art not fair,
No faery darts, no cherub air,
Nor swan, nor dove
Are thine”.
I said to love by Thomas HARDY

Another You

“Another I, another You,
Each knowing what to do
But of no use.”
Never Stronger by W.H.AUDEN

Out of reach

“Here silence stands
Like heat
Here is unfenced existence :
Facing the sun,
Untalkative,
Out of reach”.
Thomas HARDY

Death disguise

“Death is inside the folding cots
It spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses
…
And the beds go sailing toward a port
Where death is waiting, dressed like an admiral.”
Nothing but death by Pablo Neruda

Tribute to our soldiers

“Never say Goodbye,
Hold my hand
And keep me warm
Breathe with me the fragrance of life,
…Stay !”
Françoise PETIT

Memory

“Was it for this the clay grew tall ?
O What fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all ?”

Futility by Wilfred OWEN