This poem originally appeared in EuropeNow, on 21 November 2023. When the world was young Places did not exist Earth heaven ocean Stood side by side In every direction Humans lived all together
Their surroundings were the same And their days were alike The horizon veiled no unknown And there was no ignorance For there was nothing to discover Nothing to imagine wish or hope for Everything was there once and for all And time itself seemed asleep Then one morning ocean stirred Waves rose up And shot their spray into the air The horizon became a seething mass An opaque fog covered the land A terrific tremor was felt And thousands of children ran Laughing down the mountains Three thousand river gods Three thousand water nymphs And the children took possession of the world And the children redrew the world Humans joined them and ran beside them Humans asked them who they were And the children answered Singing them their names And on that springtime morning A morning that every morning Is nostalgic for Every corner of the earth Sounded a name echo And it was like a crystal rain Enchanting the landscape As wherever a name was heard A world appeared in its image And humans loved these names And held them like treasures And humans loved these worlds And started to call them their own And in that precious moment Of which every moment is heir At that unique instant When the world became many You were already there One among thousands Unaware of your destiny Unaware of everything But with your open eyes Europe Comments are closed.
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My name is Pierre Haroche and I am a specialist in European integration and European security.
In this blog I present my thoughts on EU democracy, defence and identity. If you are interested in my proposals, do not hesitate to get in touch! My book (in French) is a commented anthology of literary texts on the idea of Europe, since Antiquity.
Writers, before politicians and civil servants, have made Europe by invoking it. They made it through their vision, their sensitivity, their taste. Europe is an entity that cannot be reduced to the sum of its parts, but encompasses them. From ancient myths to contemporary issues, a journey through an uncertain continent in the company of Hesiod, Ovid, Victor Hugo, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Thomas Mann, Stefan Zweig, Henry James, Albert Cohen, Aurélien Bellanger, Orhan Pamuk, Laurent Gaudé and many others. |
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