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| Jerusalems- und Neue Kirche IV cemetery, November 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
Sunday, 29 November 2015
Jerusalems- und Neue Kirche IV Cemetery (14)
Sunday, 22 November 2015
Tuesday, 10 November 2015
Luisenstadt I Cemetery (24)
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| Luisenstadt cemetery, October 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Shakespeare, Macbeth, Acte V, Scene 5
Wednesday, 4 November 2015
Elsewhere (9)
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| Sculpture in an abandoned church in Stettin, June 2014 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
"In a Wonderland they lie, dreaming as the days go by, dreaming as the summers die..."
Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll, 1871.
Friday, 30 October 2015
Elsewhere (8)
The French military cemetery "Bois de Maettlé", in Sondernach, Alsace, is one of eight French national cemeteries in the department of Upper-Rhine.
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| Entrance of the French Military Cemetery "Bois de Maettlé", Sondernach, October 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
Together, they're the resting place of 13 350 soldiers who lost their lives during the two World Wars in the Alsace Region.
11 860 of these soldiers were French men who lost their lives during the 1914-1918 conflict. 78 "Allied" soldiers (mostly Russians and Czechs) are buried with them.1412 French soldiers who lost their lives during 1939-1945 are buried there.
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| Grave of an unknown soldier, Bois de Maettlé cemetery, October 2015 ©Emmanuelle Chaze |
The "Bois de Maettlé" cemetery is the final resting place of 369 of these soldiers, who mostly died in 1915.
The soldiers buried there belonged to the following regiments:
- the Infantry Regiments 106, 152*, 167, 208, 213, 215, 297, 320, and 371,
- the Territorial Infantry Regiments 43, 47, 50 and 81,
- the Bataillons of Chasseurs 3, 5, 6, 7, 15, 24, 27, 28, 30, 46, 47, 53, 64, 67 and 68,
- the Train Squadron 8,
- the Combat Engineer Regiment 4.
These men lost their lives during the battles of the Hartmannswillerkopf (now "Vieil Armand"), which occurred between January, 19th, and December, 22nd, 1915. Nearly 30 000 soldiers lost their lives during the fights.
* The 152nd Infantry Regiment was created during the French Revolution, in 1794. The Regiment is stationed in Colmar. During World War One's battles, its soldiers had been nicknamed "Red Devils" by their German opponents. This appellation remains and their motto is "Do not endure!".
The only WW2-related grave of Maettlé's cemetery stands out near the entrance. It is that of a soldier of the Free French Forces, Henri Stuckert, killed on November 18th, 1944.
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| Grave of Henri Stuckert (d. 18.11.1944), October 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
In October 1870, French poet Arthur Rimbaud, then aged 16, wrote a poem which seems to suit the atmosphere of the military necropoles:
The Sleeper of the Vale
It’s a green hollow, where a river is singing
Crazily hanging on the grasses rags
Of silver; where the sun, from the proud mountain,
Is shining: it’s a little valley bubbling with sunlight.
A young soldier, his mouth open, his head bare,
And the nape of his neck bathing in cool blue watercress,
Is sleeping; he is stretched out on the grass, under the skies,
Pale in his green bed where the light falls like rain.
Feet in the gladiolas, he is sleeping.Smiling like
A sick child would smile, he takes a nap:
Nature, rock him warmly: he is cold.
Fragrances do not make his nostrils quiver;
He sleeps in the sun, hand on the breast,
Peacefully. He has two red holes in his right side.
Crazily hanging on the grasses rags
Of silver; where the sun, from the proud mountain,
Is shining: it’s a little valley bubbling with sunlight.
A young soldier, his mouth open, his head bare,
And the nape of his neck bathing in cool blue watercress,
Is sleeping; he is stretched out on the grass, under the skies,
Pale in his green bed where the light falls like rain.
Feet in the gladiolas, he is sleeping.Smiling like
A sick child would smile, he takes a nap:
Nature, rock him warmly: he is cold.
Fragrances do not make his nostrils quiver;
He sleeps in the sun, hand on the breast,
Peacefully. He has two red holes in his right side.
Sunday, 25 October 2015
Luisenstadt I Cemetery (22)
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| Autumn leaves at Luisenstadt I cemetery, October 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
Herbstgefühl
Fetter grüne, du Laub, am Rebengeländer hier
mein Fenster herauf!
Gedrängter quellet, Zwillingsbeeren, und reifet
schneller und glänzend voller!
Euch brütet der Mutter Sonne Scheideblick,
euch umsäuselt des holden Himmels fruchtende Fülle
euch kühlet des Mondes freundlicher Zauberhauch,
und euch betauen, ach!
aus diesen Augen der ewig belebenden Liebe
vollschwellende Tränen.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1775
Fetter grüne, du Laub, am Rebengeländer hier
mein Fenster herauf!
Gedrängter quellet, Zwillingsbeeren, und reifet
schneller und glänzend voller!
Euch brütet der Mutter Sonne Scheideblick,
euch umsäuselt des holden Himmels fruchtende Fülle
euch kühlet des Mondes freundlicher Zauberhauch,
und euch betauen, ach!
aus diesen Augen der ewig belebenden Liebe
vollschwellende Tränen.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1775
Monday, 19 October 2015
Jerusalems- und Neue Kirche IV Cemetery (13)
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| Autumn in Jerusalem und Neue Kirche IV cemetery, October 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
Sunday, 18 October 2015
Luisenstadt I Cemetery (20)
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| Autumn leaves in Luisenstadt I cemetery, October 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost, 1923.
Tuesday, 13 October 2015
Wednesday, 7 October 2015
Tuesday, 6 October 2015
Thursday, 20 August 2015
Jerusalems und Neue Kirche IV Cemetery (12)
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| Copper statue of Chronos in Jerusalems und Neue Kirche cemetery © Emmanuelle Chaze |
Tuesday, 18 August 2015
Monday, 17 August 2015
Sunday, 16 August 2015
Luisenstadt I Cemetery (17)
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| Thinker of the Löblich-Liebau grave, Luisenstadt I cemetery, June 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
Friday, 14 August 2015
Tuesday, 4 August 2015
Tuesday, 28 July 2015
Elsewhere (5)
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| A fox in Highgate cemetery, London, July 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."
"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."
"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.
But, after some thought, he added:
"What does that mean--'tame'?"
"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"
"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean--'tame'?"
"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"
"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean--'tame'?"
"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."
"'To establish ties'?"
"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ."
The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Saturday, 25 July 2015
Elsewhere (4)
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| Graves from St Botolph's Church, Postman's park, London, July 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
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| Memorial tablets dedicated to heroic self sacrifice, Postman's Park, London, July 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
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| Postman's Park, London, July 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
Thursday, 23 July 2015
Wednesday, 15 July 2015
Thursday, 9 July 2015
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
Saturday, 4 July 2015
Friday, 3 July 2015
Wednesday, 1 July 2015
Tuesday, 30 June 2015
Monday, 29 June 2015
St Petri Cemetery (2)
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| Rose in St Petri cemetery, June 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Sunday, 28 June 2015
St Petri Cemetery (1)
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| Detail on the grave of brewery owner Ernst Hillig (1833-1890), June 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
Saturday, 27 June 2015
Friday, 26 June 2015
Thursday, 25 June 2015
Friday, 19 June 2015
Wednesday, 17 June 2015
Columbiadamm Cemetery (5)
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| Columbiadamm cemetery, May 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Sunday, 14 June 2015
Tuesday, 9 June 2015
Monday, 8 June 2015
Sunday, 7 June 2015
Thursday, 4 June 2015
Jerusalems und Neue Kirche IV Cemetery (11)
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| Jerusalems- und Neue Kirche IV cemetery, May 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
Tuesday, 2 June 2015
Monday, 1 June 2015
Jerusalems und Neue Kirche IV Cemetery (10)
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| God Chronos sleeping on the grave of merchant Georg Wolff, Jerusalems und Neue Kirche cemetery, May 2015 © Emmanuelle Chaze |
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