Une vie en moins
Et encore une vie ôtée, sa grâce brisée.
Je ne verrai plus sa forme gracieuse, long-patte,
couleur de feuilles en automne.
Elle ne tournera plus sa tête si fine
ses yeux de biche, me dire, je te vois.
Je ne verrai pas ses petits grandir,
gambader dans le pré,
parce qu’on a ôté la vie de la beauté
avec ses grosses mains de rustre,
avec le laideur de son cœur.
One life less
Another life taken, grace broken,
and I’ll see no more that graceful silhouette,
long-legs, colour of autumn leaves.
No more she’ll turn her head, so fine,
doe-eyed, to say, I see you.
I’ll not see her young ones grow,
chase about the meadow,
for you’ve taken the life of beauty
with your heavy brutish hands,
with the ugliness of your heart.
Because all life is here, in this small place, this moment of small tragedy.
All of human grossness is in the act of a boor, in the unthinking act that destroys a life.
That act, finger on the trigger, echoes again and again the world over, in the mines and factories, the safaris, cruise ships, circuses and zoos, the forests maimed, oceans defiled, the caged and miserable.
The common factor, the finger on the trigger, human, greedy, selfish.
I curl up around my universal hurt and keen in silence, seeing no remedy.
23 thoughts on “Une vie en moins”
I wholly agree with you, Jane. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
Thank you. I feel so depressed about human brutality in general.
This is so raw, and evocative of a lot of what is wrong with the world right now. We are trigger-happy humans!
We just do whatever we want regardless of the consequences. I can’t see an end to it.
It is depressing. So much brutality–and selfish ignorance–in this world.
Everywhere, in every country, in every walk of life.
It’s hard to see a way out of it. Made in God’s image they say. (K)
Now that ought to be a really scary idea for believers.
It should, but somehow it’s not.
The only thing that frightens them is socialism. And they don’t even know what it is.
The poem is depressingly beautiful! Perhaps I am a perpetual optimist, and I agree humans can be absolutely horrible, but I also believe there are so many acts of kindness, of love and generosity which we never see or witness, because – it’s just not “good” news.
I know what you mean, and I wish I could see it like that. Unfortunately I see the ‘good’ actions not changing anything except for the individuals on the receiving end. The selfish, careless, indifference of the majority of the population is what weighs far heavier in the balance as far as our common future is concerned.
Who knew the fin-de-siècle was just the prelude to … this. Immensely sad but I can’t in my heart dispute this. The crown of creation will probably take out 98 percent of the rest refusing to budge. Hopefully no more.
It is sad and we persist in patting ourselves on the back for just being human beings.
Such a powerful poem Jane. You write for us all here and I weep as I read.
It gets me so depressed. A handful of men with guns decide that the rest of us aren’t going to have the innocent pleasure of seeing wildlife, because it’s their pleasure to destroy it that takes precedence.
It sounds dreadful. I agree with everything you say about it.
petty, greedy, selfish men and women, and then the apathetic that can’t be bothered. and in their – our – wake, so much beauty wasted. “I see you”, no more. Would that those who commit such acts feel shame. but we know they don’t ~
They tell us they’re performing a public service. They even think they should be paid for doing it. Humankind has an infinite capacity for self-justification.
Just right…very moving…I endorse this poem
I’m pleased. I don’t get on with people at the other end of a gun.