Grass
Un très beau poème sur l'herbe, par un poète, historien et écrivain qui a vécu de 1878 à 1967. Il était américain d'origine suédoise, et il a gagné plusieurs prix pour ses écrits. C'est fou, ce poème est tellement simple qu'il en devient poignant. J'aime beaucoup la fin.
Grass
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.
Carl Sandburg
Le lexique:
Grass: herbe
Pile: empiler
Shovel: ici, enterrer à la pelle
Cover: recouvrir
Grass
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.
Carl Sandburg
Le lexique:
Grass: herbe
Pile: empiler
Shovel: ici, enterrer à la pelle
Cover: recouvrir
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