This week I met Marguerite Yourcenar. She showed me something. I was sitting there reading a book these Eastern news, and she came to me to read, to turn the pages. The power of his poetry is an almost pictorial eloquence, but do not forget to equip its strong characters psychologies, the service prompt and effective stories. How Wang-Fo was saved: Wang-Fo is an artist of his beloved disciple, who has sacrificed everything to him, and ends up being saved from his tormentor through painting. An allegorical tale, a poetic flight of minor corrective force, on art, and the men watching him. The smile of Marko Marko is a hero whose archaeologist recounts the legend. A naked hero, nothing bends, and resists everything except the one that will make him smile. This story is very racy as a Greek Apollo. The milk of death Poe would have loved this walled. She was beautiful and courageous, grief sank long on the bricks of his tragedy. His memory is told us by any scholar who will be remembered, but it includes ... The last love of Prince Genji: a prince, who spent his life to his subjects as foraging to enjoy all the beauties of life, decides to hide to die. Far from the eyes of all, he went to live isolate his downfall and oblivion women. One such wife tries to seduce him again, over a bucolic prose. The man who loved the Nereids: no man has been able, to himself, approaching the Nereids. He said. Maybe he has lost his speech for another reason. Who knows what these women. Again, Yourcenar women are to be fascinating and inaccessible, whose heavenly life is at hand men, who consider therefore as goddesses. Notre-Dame-des-Swallows: these goddesses bewitch men, who worship, idolize and fear. They live quiet until a priest tending them a trap. A magnificent tale of fantasy and tolerance. The Aphrodissia widow (in 1937 Chief Red). An inconsolable widow, not her husband défeint but his murderer, she loves more than anything. For man and his comparces are run by farmers knew village. Kali decapitated: a pure young woman decapitated by the gods, and ends up with a body of prostitute, making him live the vilest lust fantasies. The end of Marko Kraliévitch He is the strongest, but it gives food to the poor and begging. One day an old man opposes his condescension and his strength, and marks its end. A story about love. Sadness of Cornelius Berg: the old painter's hand trembles, but his art is expressed as ever. Around him, the world of men the blues, his own end too, and his art does not console him. As if the author did not believe either really, unlike Wang-Fo, saved by its web. Unless the true life is the fruit of love, of which Cornelius is private.
