The Dawn Breakers / Les Matinaux (Bloodaxe Contemporary French Poets)
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French/English parallel texts. Char is regarded as one of the most important modern French poets. Admired by Heidegger for the profundity of his poetic philosophy, he was also a hero of the French Resistance. Associated with the surrealist movement, he wrote poetry which confronts the major twentieth century moral, political, and artistic concerns with a simplicity of vision and expression that owes much to the poet-philosophers of ancient Greece.
Full of merit, yet poetically Man dwells on this earth FRIEDRICH HOLDERLIN Merit in poets is as boring as merit in people WALLACE STEVENS All poetry is about a passionate, if sometimes despairing, relationship with the world. In Char's case, this relationship is one of anger as well as one of hope. If he often castigates humankind for its cowardice and lack of commitment to others, he also repeatedly uses images of growth (the chrysalis which will become a butterfly or the seed which will
time, it is always inscribing itself inescapably but voluntarily into a history of previous thinking. Modern French poetry is perhaps more explicitly intertextual than any since the Renaissance, in that the past is woven into the present with both gratitude and a certain aggression, as poets seek to delineate their own space. Char's implacable stance occasionally led him to attack poets who had in his view slipped into mere word-play. For him, poetry should be essential, that is to say, central
Lane (London: Wildwood House, 1974). Octavio Paz: The Bow and the Lyre, translated by Ruth L.C. Simms (New York: McGraw-Hill, 1973). 46 APEMANTUS: TIMON: Where liest o'nights, Timon? Under that's above me. SHAKESPEARE Timon of Athens FETE DES ARBRES ET DU CHASSEUR CELEBRATION OF THE TREES AND THE HUNTER Fete des arbres et du chasseur Abrege Les deux joueurs de guitare sont assis sur des chaises de fer dans un decor de plein air medite"aneen. Un moment ils preludent et verifient leur
Though heels march on, and noon is frozen. You're here already, spring twilight! We were only just awake, we have not taken action. 103 AIa desesperade Ce puits d'eau douce au gout sauvagin qui est mer ou rien. - Je ne desire plus que tu me sois ouvert, Et que l'eau grelottant sous ta face profonde Me parvienne joyeuse et douce, touffue et sombre, (Passageres serrees accourues sur mes levres Ou reussissent si completement les larmes), Puits de memoire, o creur, en repli et luttant. - Laisse
your arm to a fruit rejected by those who support you, to build what you think is your house without the aid of the foundation stone which for some reason will always be missing: that is mankind's curse. XIX Do not complain that you live closer to death than mortal people. xx It seems that we are born half-way between the beginning and the end of the world. We grow in open revolt almost as furiously against what draws us onward as against what holds us back. XXI Imitate as little as possible