![]() Then you’ll feel your cheek tickled quite hard.Īnd you’ll say: “Catch it!” bowing your head, Those snarling monsters, a crowd going past You’ll shut your eyes, not to see, through the glass, In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriage ‘Sur la Hauteurs de la Marfee le 1er juin 70’ Gets up, and, – showing his arse – asks: “On what?” The last, a simpleton in red and blue, lying on his gut Shouts: ‘Vive L’Empereur!!” – his neighbour’s mute.Ī shako rises, like a black sun.– In the midst On the right, another, leaning on his rifle butt,įeeling the hair rise at the back of his neck, One puts his tunic back on,Īnd, turns to the Chief, stunned by the big name! Under the gilded drums and scarlet cannon, The brave Infantrymen taking a nap, in vain, Very happy – since everything he sees is rosy,įierce as Zeus, and as gentle as a Daddy is: Gallops off, ramrod straight, on his fine gee-gee, ( Belgian print, brilliantly tinted, sold at Charleroi, 35 centimes)Īt centre, the Emperor, blue-yellow, in apotheosis, Émile Ollivier, his Minister at the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian War, who failed to oppose its declaration, is the ‘Accomplice’. Note: This is Napoleon III, in 1870, imprisoned and ill, at Wilhelmshoehe in Prussia. (1862 - 1865), Getty Open Content Program He recalls the ‘Accomplice’, perhaps, in spectacles.Īs on those Saint-Cloud evenings, from his cigar.ĭisdéri & Cie. On his mute lips? What relentless regret does he feel? Liberty revives! He feels himself exhausted! He said to himself: ‘I’ll snuff out LibertyĪs if it were a candle, and so delicately!” The Emperor’s drunk with his twenty-year orgy! The pale Man thinks of the flowers of the TuileriesĪnd sometimes his fishlike-eye grows keen. The pale Man walks through the flowery scene,ĭressed in black, a cigar between his teeth: Gustave Le Gray (French, 1820 - 1884), Getty Open Content Program – They’re telling tales of you so we’ll remember! We, cowering under kings as if under blows. We’ve let you fall asleep with the Republic, O millions of Christs with eyes gentle and sombre: You whose blood washed every soiled grandeur,ĭead of Valmy, Dead of Fleurus, Dead of Italy, In all the old furrows, so they’ll be reborn: O soldiers that Death, noble Lover, has sown ![]() You whose hearts raged with love, in misery, That yoke that weighs on human brows and souls: Who, pale from the great kiss of Liberty, Frenchmen of ‘70, Bonapartists, Republicans, Possibly Ferrier Père-Fils et Soulier (c. – You’re not serious, when you’re seventeenĪnd the lime-trees are green on the Parade. – Then the adored, one evening, deigns to write! –Your sonnets make her smile.Īll your friends have gone: you’re in bad taste. She turns away alertly with a quick shrug. – Where in the pale lamp’s glare your eyes followĪ young girl going by with sweet little glancesīelow the gloom of her father’s stiffened collar.Īnd because she finds you immensely naïveĪs by, in her little ankle boots, she trips Your mad heart goes Crusoeing the romances, That quivers there, like some tiny creature. The sap’s champagne and blurs every feature. June night! And Seventeen! – You get tipsy. Soft tremblings, tiny and perfectly white. Of sombre azure framed by a twig of night, The wind is full of sounds – the town’s nearby –īlows the smell of beer, and the scent of vines. The air’s so sweet sometimes you close your eyes: The lime-trees smell so fine on fine June evenings! – You walk the lime-trees’ green on the Parade. The noisy cafés with their dazzling gleam! – One fine evening, tired of beers and lemonade, You’re not serious, when you’re seventeen. Stillman (American, 1828 - 1901), Getty Open Content Program Through Nature – as happy, as if I had a girl. I shall say – not a thing: I shall think – not a thing:īut an infinite love will swell in my soul, I’ll let the evening breeze drench my head anew. Pricked by the ears of maize, trampling the dew:Ī dreamer, I will gaze, as underfoot the coolness plays. Through the blue summer days, I shall travel all the ways, ‘The Temple of Love, Petit Trianon (1902)’Įugène Atget (French, 1857 - 1927), Getty Open Content Program This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. Kline © Copyright 2003, 2008 All Rights Reserved
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