[...] subsided when, at about
five o' clock, the garden felt its calm waters now become pure, an
endless confusion pervaded with infinite ecstasy. A
chilliness The
limbs Pink and blue, the divine and sickly limbs of a celestial
afternoon, came to lie down
rest on its bed. And the water contained, retained in its entirety,
tenderly pushed forth its luminous beauty. Neither veiling it nor stirring
it in any way, but with all its love
it deepened perhaps further its still vague and sad look.
And henceforth those who love the sky, the vast spectacles of the sky
often went go to
contemplate them at the edge of the pond to
see them there.
Happy the heart stripped of flowers, ransacked, if
like this garden if it had
if now full of tears it too might reflect the sky.
Quelques manuscrits "Lefebvre" conservés à l'université de l'Illinois, Chris Taylor, Bulletin d'informations proustiennes, 53, 2023
Created 15.02.24