M
on mari va présenter à ses élèves une vidéo sur la comparaison des planètes avec le soleil. Il a montré le document à nos enfants de la classe. Après le visionnement, on se sent si minuscule! On pense à Hubert Reeves et son livre « Poussières d’étoiles », à la parole « Tu es poussière… » et au poème de Robert Frost « Desert places » (magnifique!) .
Desert places
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it – it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less –
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
WIth no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars – on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
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