Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PAUL, by EDWARD BLISS REED First Line: Hotel st. Sulpice - you'll not know Last Line: "mais pourquoi pas? Quelle femme! Quelle boîte!" Subject(s): Courage; Death; War Injuries; Valor; Bravery; Dead, The | ||||||||
Hôtel St. Sulpiceyou'll not know The place; it's small. Ten years ago Paul, my stout garscon, broad of chest, Is on his knees in feverish zest To polish well my bed-room floor, When sudden, through the tight-closed door, There comes a rasping, strident call. It louder grows: "Que fais-tu, Paul?" "Courage," I say, "n'aie pas de peur! La Patronneyou're afraid of her?" "Mais oui, mais oui." She calls again. He runs. What cowards are we men! To-day, a letter from a trench; The writing's badand worse, the French. "Monsieur, I write to let you know How Paul was shot three days ago. How brave he was! It came this way: In Noman's land four Frenchmen lay Wounded and groaning in their pain; We thought to bring them in again. We sent out four brancardiers And the Boches shot them. There they lay, Eight groaning now (what could we do?): 'Mais vous, nos frères, Ah! tuez nous.' And Paul, 'twas more than he could bear, Crawled in the dark to get them there. He knew 'twas death, but he would try. He kissed me when he said good-bye. He raised one man, for he was strong, And crawling carried him along When pouf! a sudden blaze of light, A rocket makes a day of night, But Paul was almost home; he reeled, Covering his blessé like a shield. 'Another step, he's safe,' I said He fell within our trenchesdead. You're too far off to understand Ces Boches; we have them close at hand. And so he's gone, it had to be, But then, he died pour la Patrie." Hôtel St. Sulpice, there once more I see him polishing my floor; I hear an angry voice repeat: "Que fais-tu, Paul? Viens, donc, vite!" He shakes his head, he looks dismayed; I jeer at him, "What, Paul, afraid? Don't think you're going to be shot." "Mais pourquoi pas? quelle femme! quelle boîte!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND |
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