Je voudrais faire des poèmes en bouteille dont l'écho résonne comme le remous des vagues retenti dans un coquillage.

Remember,

 

Remember me when I am gone away, 
Gone far away into the silent land ;
When you can no more hold me by the hand, 
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. 
Remember me when no more day by day 
You tell me of our future that you plann’d : 
Only remember me ; you understand 
It will be late to counsel then or pray. 
Yet if you should forget me for a while 
And afterwards remember, do not grieve : 
For if the darkness and corruption leave 
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, 
Better by far you should forget and smile 
Than that you should remember and be sad.

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Christina Rossetti,Goblin Market and Other Poems, 1862