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Une image et des mots .Une photo anonyme, pour moi en tous cas, que j'associe à ces quelques vers du poète élisabéthain John Donne (1572-1631), extraits des Songs and sonnets publiés en 1601.

All Kings, and all their favourites
All glory’ of honors, beauties, wits
The sun it selfe, which makes times, as they passe,
Is elder by a yeare, now, than it was
When thou and I first one another saw:
All other things, to their destruction draw,
Only our love hath no decay;
This, no to morrow hath, nor yesterday,
Running it never runs from us away,
But truly keepes his first, last, everlasting day.