Dulce et Decorum Est
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Dulce et Decorum Est
Funeral blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic ... See more
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic ... See more
Funeral Blues, by W.H. Auden
en 1914, après presque un demi-siècle de paix, que savaient les larges masses de la guerre ? Elles ne la connaissaient pas, elles n’y avaient pratiquement jamais pensé. C’était une légende, et c’est justement cette distance qui l’avait rendue héroïque et romantique. Elles ne la voyaient jamais que du point de vue des livres d’école et des peintures
... See moreStefan Zweig • Le Monde d'hier: Souvenirs d'un Européen (French Edition)
in a few moments, a young soldier can see and hear enough, taste and touch and smell enough, to age his spirit by decades, while his body has not aged at all. The quickness of this change, of the spirit’s immersion in horror, may cause a state of detachment from people whose lives are still normal, and who receive mortality’s potion, drop by tiny d
... See moreAndre Dubus • Meditations from a Movable Chair: Essays (Vintage Contemporaries)
paragraph a battle is a jig saw puzzle of fighting men bewildered terrified civilians noise smells jokes pain fear unfinished conversations and high explosives stop