(PARIS, I'7I) SWEET-BREATHED and young, The people's daughter, No nerves unstrung, Going to slaughter! "Good morning, friends, You'll love us better, -- Make us amends: We've burst your fetter! "How the sun gleams! (Women are snarling): Give me your beams, Liberty's darling! "Marie's my name; Christ's mother bore it. That badge? No shame: Glad that I wore it!" (Hair to her waist, Limbs like a Venus): Robes are displaced: "Soldiers, please screen us! "He at the front? That is my lover: Stood all the brunt; -- Now -- the fight's over. "Powder and bread Gave out together: Droll! to be dead In this bright weather! "Jean, boy, we might Have married in June! This the wall? Right! Vive la Commune!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |