Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VIVANDIERE ('70), by WILLIAM ROSE BENET Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O yvonne, / how you dazzled in the dance! Last Line: For yvonne the vivandière! Subject(s): Dancing & Dancers; Love - Marital; Singing & Singers; Wedded Love; Marriage - Love; Songs | ||||||||
O Yvonne, How you dazzled in the dance! How you shone With the love you bore for France! Slow our tread. Heads are bowedeach head is bare For our dead (Brave in life; in death how rare!) For our dead Death has wed to our glory and despair, For Yvonne the Vivandière! Soft you sped With the evening from our lines Through the dread Coming night, 'mid clinging vines; And the Germans caught and bound you As you spied,and thronged around you Haled with laughter through the village to their feast so like the swine's. In the court Of the Inn of Good Accord You made sport For a drunken foe abhorred, As they rolled upon their benches Roaring songs of wine and wenches. And a radiance shone around you like the glory of the Lord! Pale past tears, Coarse and hostile jest and boast Stunned your ears; Yeta gallant little ghost Swift, to shouts of "Dance! Some dancing!" Flashed your bare feet, twinkling, glancing; And your eyes flamed deep with splendor like the lifting of the Host! Was it known Where your comrade soldiers lay Nigh the town, Outposts lurking, close at bay, Creeping nearer? Nay! These drunken German swine knew naught! Your shrunken Red-striped skirt was kilted round you, but your face went deeper gray. Then it flushed, As you glanced from man to man And there rushed Through your brain a mighty plan. Swift and swifter whirled the dance To "À moi!""Victoire!""La France!" Murmured firstthen sungthen shouted, while the Teutons clinked the can. Would the scorned Skies of night not right our wrong, As you warned While they thought you sang a song? Would the winds of night not bear us Some least echo to prepare us? Swift you whirled. Shrill, far you shouted; till you stirred the drunken throng. But they thought That the drink had made you gay. They forgot In our ambush where we lay. And, if Heaven had meant to save us, What a Heaven-sent chance you gave us. Yet we heard not and we knew not, all as dull and dense as they! Yet till Death, Girl, you failed not in your dance. Your last breath Shrieked "La France! La France! La France!" And our Emperor's heart-beats heightened As the far East faintly lightened. But we sleptand had not heard you. Battle dawnedand died our chance! Then despair Gripped your heart in icy hold. You fell there, Suddenlystiff, dumb, and cold, Heart dead-stopped to voice and dancing; With the battle-dawn advancing Where the first wild clouds of sunrise o'er the kindling mountains rolled! Through all France In a week the rumor ran Of your dance In the dawn before Sedan. And the gloom a little lightened As your glad deed grew and brightened, Though our Empire crashed to chaos to the Teuton's rataplan. Valor more Than that Captain's foully slain At the door Of the staircase toward the Seine Where Eugènie fled by night And he covered long her flight 'Gainst a cursing, raging rabble with red murder in its brain! Not the glow Of the Little Corporal's fame Thrills us so, Not MacMahon's noble name, As that fearless girl swift-glancing Into last despairing dancing For one hopethat France might waken ere the destined burst of flame. O Yvonne, How you dazzled in the dance! How you shone With the love you bore for France! Slow our tread. Heads are bowedeach head is bare For our dead (Brave in life; in death how rare!) For our dead Death has wed to our glory and despair, For Yvonne the Vivandière! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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