{"id":15289,"date":"2021-11-19T01:43:46","date_gmt":"2021-11-19T00:43:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.lesgrossesorchadeslesamplesthalameges.fr\/?page_id=15289"},"modified":"2021-11-19T01:44:51","modified_gmt":"2021-11-19T00:44:51","slug":"quelques-poemes-en-vrac","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blog.lesgrossesorchadeslesamplesthalameges.fr\/index.php\/quelques-poemes-en-vrac\/","title":{"rendered":"Quelques po\u00e8mes en vrac"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Siegfried Sassoon<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/span>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Quelques po\u00e8mes en vrac<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Extraits de\u00a0: <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Qu\u2019est-ce que \u00e7a peut faire\u00a0?<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Traduits par des anonymes qui veulent le rester parce que leur traduction est \u00e0 retravailler\u2026<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Et m\u00eame deux petits, sans modestie ni complexe, par L.G.O.<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Suicid in the Trenches<\/span><\/strong>
\n<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I knew a simple soldier boy
\nWho grinned at life in empty joy,
\nSlept soundly through the lonesome dark,
\nAnd whistled early with the lark.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,<\/span>
\nWith crumps and lice and lack of rum,<\/span>
\nHe put a bullet through his brain.<\/span>
\nNo one spoke of him again.<\/span><\/p>\n

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye<\/span>
\nWho cheer when soldier lads march by,<\/span>
\nSneak home and pray you’ll never know<\/span>
\nThe hell where youth and laughter go.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Suicide dans les tranch\u00e9es<\/span>
\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Je connaissais un gars, un simple soldat<\/span>
\nQui riait \u00e0 la vie, en attendant de la joie,<\/span>
\nDormait profond dans la nuit solitaire<\/span>
\nEt d\u00e8s le matin se mettait \u00e0 siffler.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dans l’hiver des tranch\u00e9es, sombre, effray\u00e9,<\/span>
\nAvec les obus, les poux, le rhum qui manquait,<\/span>
\nIl s’est mis une balle dans la cervelle<\/span><\/p>\n

……………………………………………………..<\/span><\/p>\n

Et de lui personne n’a plus parl\u00e9.<\/span>
\n\u00d4 vous, foules b\u00e9ates aux regards qui flambent<\/span>
\nQuand vous acclamez les soldats qui passent,<\/span>
\nFilez chez vous et priez de ne jamais conna\u00eetre<\/span>
\nL’enfer o\u00f9 s’en vont rire et jeunesse.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Twelve Months After<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Hullo! here\u2019s my platoon, the lot I had last year.
\n\u2018The war\u2019ll be over soon.\u2019
\n\u2018What \u2019opes?\u2019
\n\u2018No bloody fear!\u2019
\nThen, \u2018Number Seven, \u2019shun! All present and correct.\u2019
\nThey\u2019re standing in the sun, impassive and erect.
\nYoung Gibson with his grin; and Morgan, tired and white;
\nJordan, who\u2019s out to win a D.C.M. some night;
\nAnd Hughes that\u2019s keen on wiring; and Davies (\u201979),
\nWho always must be firing at the Boche front line.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2018Old soldiers never die; they simply fide a-why!\u2019<\/span><\/em>
\nThat\u2019s what they used to sing along the roads last spring;<\/span><\/em>
\nThat\u2019s what they used to say before the push began;<\/span><\/em>
\nThat\u2019s where they are to-day, knocked over to a man.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

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Douze mois plus tard<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Salut ! voici ma section, les gars de l’an dernier,<\/span>
\n\u00ab\u00a0Elle sera bient\u00f4t finie\u00a0!\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00ab\u00a0Y\u2019a d\u2019l’espoir ?\u00a0\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00ab\u00a0M\u00eame pas peur !\u00a0\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n

Puis, \u00ab\u00a0La septi\u00e8me, au garde-\u00e0-vous ! Tous pr\u00e9sents, impeccables.\u00a0\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n

Debout dans le soleil, impassibles et fig\u00e9s.<\/span><\/p>\n

Le petit Gibson et son sourire; et Morgan, blanc et fatigu\u00e9;<\/span><\/p>\n

Jordan, qui va ramasser la D.M.C. un de ces soirs ;<\/span><\/p>\n

Et Hughes, qui sait si bien y faire aux barbel\u00e9s ; et Davies (matr. 79)<\/span><\/p>\n

Toujours \u00e0 canarder les avant-postes des Boches.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00ab\u00a0Les vieux soldats ne meurent pas; ils s\u2019estompent, c\u2019est tout.\u00a0\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n

C’est \u00e7a qu’ils chantaient sur les routes au printemps dernier ;<\/span><\/p>\n

C’est ce qu’ils disaient toujours avant l’assaut\u00a0;<\/span><\/p>\n

C’est l\u00e0 qu’ils sont maintenant, fauch\u00e9s jusqu’au dernier.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Remorse<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit,
\nHe flounders off the duck-boards; only he knows
\nEach flash, and spouting crash,\u2013each instant lit
\nWhen gloom reveals the streaming rain. He goes
\nHeavily, blindly on. And, while he blunders,
\n\u201cCould anything be worse than this!\u201d\u2013he wonders,
\nRemembering how he saw those Germans run,
\nScreaming for mercy among the stumps of trees:
\nGreen-faced, they dodged and darted: there was one
\nLivid with terror, clutching at his knees\u2026
\nOur chaps were sticking \u2019em like pigs\u2026 \u201cO hell!\u201d
\nHe thought\u2013\u201cthere\u2019s things in war one dare not tell
\nPoor father sitting safe at home, who reads
\nOf dying heroes and their deathless deeds.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Remords<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Perdu dans le fatras et le bourbier du trou,<\/span><\/p>\n

Il patauge hors des caillebotis; il sait juste<\/span><\/p>\n

Les \u00e9clairs, les impacts qui \u00e9claboussent – l’instant qui s’allume<\/span><\/p>\n

Et l’ombre r\u00e9v\u00e9lant la pluie \u00e0 verse. Il avance,<\/span><\/p>\n

Lourd, aveugle. Et t\u00e2tonnant se demande<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00ab\u00a0Peut-il y avoir pire que \u00e7a\u00a0?\u00a0\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n

Et il se rappelle comme il a vu courir ces Allemands<\/span><\/p>\n

Criant gr\u00e2ce au milieu des souches d’arbres :<\/span><\/p>\n

D\u00e9compos\u00e9s, ils s’esquivaient et fon\u00e7aient; et un,<\/span><\/p>\n

Blanc de terreur, qui s’agrippait \u00e0 ses genoux…<\/span><\/p>\n

Nos gars les saignaient comme des porcs… \u00ab\u00a0Seigneur !\u00a0\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n

Pensait-il \u2013 \u00ab\u00a0Il y a dans la guerre des choses qu’on n’ose pas dire<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00c0 son pauvre p\u00e8re lisant bien tranquille chez lui<\/span><\/p>\n

Les exploits immortels des h\u00e9ros qui meurent.\u00a0\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n

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Lamentations<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I found him in the guard-room at the base<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

From the blind darkness I had heard his crying<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

And blundered in . With puzzled, patient face<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

To stop it; for he howled and beat his chest.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

And, all because his brother had gone west,<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Raved at the bleeding war; his rampant grief<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Moaned, shouted, sobbed, and choked, while he was kneeling<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Half-naked on the floor. In my belief<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Such men have lost all patriotic feeling<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Lamentations<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Je l\u2019ai trouv\u00e9 dans la salle de garde de la base.<\/span><\/p>\n

J\u2019avais entendu ses cris dans la nuit noire<\/span><\/p>\n

Et j\u2019\u00e9tais entr\u00e9. Un sergent, l\u2019air patient et embarrass\u00e9<\/span><\/p>\n

Le surveillait; il ne servait \u00e0 rien d\u2019essayer<\/span><\/p>\n

De l\u2019arr\u00eater, car il hurlait en se frappant la poitrine.<\/span><\/p>\n

Et parce que son fr\u00e8re s\u2019\u00e9tait fait descendre,<\/span><\/p>\n

Il ressassait contre cette foutue guerre une inconsolable douleur,<\/span><\/p>\n

G\u00e9missant, gueulant, sanglotant et s\u2019\u00e9tranglant, \u00e0 genoux,<\/span><\/p>\n

Presque nu sur le plancher. \u00c0 mon avis,<\/span><\/p>\n

De tels hommes ont perdu tout sentiment patriotique.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Golgotha<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Through darkness curves a spume of falling flares
\nThat flood the field with shallow, blanching light.
\nThe huddled sentry stares
\nOn gloom at war with white,
\nAnd white receding slow, submerged in gloom.
\nGuns into mimic thunder burst and boom,
\nAnd mirthless laughter rakes the whistling night.
\nThe sentry keeps his watch where no one stirs
\nBut the brown rats, the nimble scavengers.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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Golgotha<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Le sillage des fus\u00e9es qui retombent s\u2019incurve dans les t\u00e9n\u00e8bres,<\/span><\/p>\n

Inondant le terrain d\u2019une lueur blanche et spectrale.<\/span><\/p>\n

La sentinelle, blottie dans son coin, observe<\/span><\/p>\n

La guerre de l\u2019obscurit\u00e9 contre la blancheur,<\/span><\/p>\n

Et la blancheur c\u00e9dant peu \u00e0 peu, submerg\u00e9e par l\u2019obscurit\u00e9.<\/span><\/p>\n

Les canons imitent le roulement du tonnerre<\/span><\/p>\n

Et ce rire sans joie ratisse la nuit sifflante.<\/span><\/p>\n

La sentinelle veille, mais rien ne bouge<\/span><\/p>\n

Sinon les rats bruns, agiles et lestes n\u00e9crophages.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Le d\u00e9fil\u00e9<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

En rouge et or, le Commandant du Corps plastronnait,<\/span><\/p>\n

Bombant son torse enrubann\u00e9 pour que tout le monde le v\u00eet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Il avait jur\u00e9 de battre les Allemands (s\u2019il le pouvait),<\/span><\/p>\n

Parce que Dieu lui avait enseign\u00e9 la force et la strat\u00e9gie.<\/span><\/p>\n

C\u2019\u00e9tait notre chef, une autorit\u00e9 en mati\u00e8re de porto,<\/span><\/p>\n

Un chasseur \u00e0 courre plut\u00f4t correct, et un \u00ab\u00a0sacr\u00e9 bonhomme\u00a0\u00bb.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00ab\u00a0T\u00eate \u00e0 droite!\u00a0\u00bb Nous passions devant lui avec un regard vif.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00ab\u00a0T\u00eate fixe!\u00a0\u00bb Il regardait passer ses l\u00e9gions fid\u00e8les.<\/span><\/p>\n

Je me demandais s\u2019il pensait au nombre de ceux<\/span><\/p>\n

Qui seraient \u00e9limin\u00e9s d\u2019ici la prochaine revue.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00ab\u00a0T\u00eate \u00e0 droite!\u00a0\u00bb Le commandant des corps restait muet ;<\/span><\/p>\n

Et la mort lorgnait autour de lui, recevant notre salut.<\/span><\/p>\n

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(Nos excuses\u00a0: On n\u2019a pas trouv\u00e9 l\u2019original)<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u201cBlighters\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The house is crammed: tier beyond tier they grin
\nAnd cackle at the Show, while prancing ranks
\nOf harlots shrill the chorus, drunk with din;
\n\u201cWe\u2019re sure the Kaiser loves the dear old Tanks!\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d like to see a Tank come down the stalls,
\nLurching to rag-time tunes, or \u201cHome, sweet Home,\u201d\u2013
\nAnd there\u2019d be no more jokes in Music-halls
\nTo mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Bons \u00e0 rien<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

La salle de spectacle est comble\u00a0: dans toutes les trav\u00e9es<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00c7a jacasse et \u00e7a rigole, tandis que des files de putains,<\/span><\/p>\n

Ivres de vacarme, paradent et criaillent un refrain\u00a0:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00ab\u00a0Nous sommes s\u00fbres que le Kaiser appr\u00e9cie nos bons vieux tanks\u00a0!\u00a0\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n

J\u2019aimerais voir un tank d\u00e9bouler dans l\u2019orchestre,<\/span><\/p>\n

Titubant sur un air de ragtime, ou sur l\u2019air du \u00ab\u00a0Home, sweet Home\u00a0\u00bb,<\/span><\/p>\n

On n\u2019entendrait plus alors la moindre plaisanterie dans les music-halls<\/span><\/p>\n

Pour rire des corps cribl\u00e9s de balles devant Bapaume.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Soyez indulgents, ces deux–l\u00e0, c\u2019est nous\u00a0:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Atrocities<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

You told me, in your drunken-boasting mood,<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

How once you butchered prisoners. That was good!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m sure you felt no pity while they stood<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Patient and cowed and scared, as prisoners should.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

How did you do them in? Come, don\u2019t be shy:<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

You know I love to hear how Germans die,<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Downstairs in dug-outs. \u2018Camerad!\u2019 they cry;<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Then squeal like stoats when bombs begin to fly.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

And you ? I know your record. You went sick<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

When orders looked unwholesome: then, with trick<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

And lie, you wangled home. And here you are,<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Still talking big and boozing in a bar.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Atrocit\u00e9s<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu m\u2019as racont\u00e9, comme on le fait quand on a bu et qu\u2019on se vante,<\/span><\/p>\n

Comment, un jour, tu as ex\u00e9cut\u00e9 des prisonniers. Ah, que c\u2019\u00e9tait bien\u00a0!<\/span><\/p>\n

Je suis s\u00fbr que tu n\u2019as pas ressenti de piti\u00e9, alors qu\u2019ils se tenaient<\/span><\/p>\n

Patients, intimid\u00e9s et apeur\u00e9s, comme doivent se tenir des prisonniers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Comment les as-tu liquid\u00e9s\u00a0? Allez, ne sois pas timide\u00a0!<\/span><\/p>\n

Tu sais que j\u2019aime entendre comment les Allemands meurent<\/span><\/p>\n

En bas, dans les abris. \u00ab\u00a0Kamerad\u00a0!\u00a0\u00bb qu\u2019ils crient\u00a0;<\/span><\/p>\n

Puis b\u00ealent comme des ch\u00e8vres quand les bombes commencent \u00e0 voler.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Et toi\u00a0? Je connais ton dossier. Tu t\u2019es fait porter p\u00e2le <\/span><\/p>\n

Quand les ordres sont devenus malsains. Alors, par combine<\/span><\/p>\n

Et mensonge, tu t\u2019es arrang\u00e9 pour rentrer chez toi. Et te voil\u00e0<\/span><\/p>\n

Toujours en train de parler fort et d\u2019\u00e9cluser dans un bar.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Base Details<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d live with scarlet Majors at the Base,<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

And speed glum heroes up the line to death<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

And when the war is done and youth stone dead,<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d toddle safely home and die in bed<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

D\u00e9tails de la base<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Si j’\u00e9tais f\u00e9roce, et chauve et essouffl\u00e9,<\/span><\/p>\n

Je vivrais avec les \u00e9carlates Majors \u00e0 la Base,<\/span><\/p>\n

Et j\u2019enverrais les maussades h\u00e9ros \u00e0 la mort en premi\u00e8re ligne,<\/span><\/p>\n

Et quand la guerre serait finie et la jeunesse morte,<\/span><\/p>\n

Je rentrerais chez moi \u00e0 petits pas press\u00e9s et je mourrais dans mon lit.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

66 des plus beaux en anglais\u00a0:<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\"\"<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/fullreads.com\/authors\/siegfried-sassoon\/<\/span><\/strong><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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