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A character of mine inspired by Louise Michel the writer, poet and revolutionary who served and fought in the Paris Commune.
A poem Louise Michel dedicated to her comrade Theophile Ferre, who was executed for his role in the revolution:
Si j’allais au noir cimetière,
Frère, jetez sur votre soeur,
Comme une espérance dernière,
De rouges œillets tout en fleurs.
Dans les derniers temps de l’Empire,
Lorsque le peuple s’éveillait,
Rouge œillet, ce fut ton sourire
Qui nous dit que tout renaissait.
Aujourd’hui, va fleurir dans l’ombre
Des noires et tristes prisons.
Va fleurir près du captif sombre,
Et dis-lui bien que nous l’aimons.
Dis-lui que par le temps rapide
Tout appartient à l’avenir
Que le vainqueur au front livide
Plus que le vaincu peut mourir.
If were to go to the black cemetery
Brothers, throw on your sister,
As a final hope,
Some red 'carnations' in bloom.
In the final days of Empire,
When the people were awakening,
It was your smile red carnation
which told us that all was being reborn.
Today, go blossom in the shadow of the black and sad prisons.
Go, bloom near the somber captive,
And tell him/her truly that we love him/her.
Tell that through fleeting time
Everything belongs to the future
That the livid-browed conqueror
can die more surely than the conquered.
Art by
technocaster
A poem Louise Michel dedicated to her comrade Theophile Ferre, who was executed for his role in the revolution:
Si j’allais au noir cimetière,
Frère, jetez sur votre soeur,
Comme une espérance dernière,
De rouges œillets tout en fleurs.
Dans les derniers temps de l’Empire,
Lorsque le peuple s’éveillait,
Rouge œillet, ce fut ton sourire
Qui nous dit que tout renaissait.
Aujourd’hui, va fleurir dans l’ombre
Des noires et tristes prisons.
Va fleurir près du captif sombre,
Et dis-lui bien que nous l’aimons.
Dis-lui que par le temps rapide
Tout appartient à l’avenir
Que le vainqueur au front livide
Plus que le vaincu peut mourir.
If were to go to the black cemetery
Brothers, throw on your sister,
As a final hope,
Some red 'carnations' in bloom.
In the final days of Empire,
When the people were awakening,
It was your smile red carnation
which told us that all was being reborn.
Today, go blossom in the shadow of the black and sad prisons.
Go, bloom near the somber captive,
And tell him/her truly that we love him/her.
Tell that through fleeting time
Everything belongs to the future
That the livid-browed conqueror
can die more surely than the conquered.
Art by
technocaster
Category All / All
Species Wolf
Size 900 x 1200px
File Size 70.4 kB
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