Thursday, December 2, 2010
Literary Blog Hop: Favorite Poem (In which I rave of Arthur Rimbaud)
Anyway, a little introduction here. The Literary Blog Hop is a wonderful new hop started by the lovely ladies over at The Blue Bookcase. If you consider your blog to be "literary", stop by their site and start hopping too!
My favorite poem by Rimbaud is a poem called "Ma Bohème" ("My Bohemia" in English). I'll post it first in French and then in English :)
Je m'en allais, les poings dans mes poches crevées;
Mon paletot aussi devenait idéal;
J'allais sous le ciel, Muse! et j'étais ton féal;
Oh! là là! que d'amours splendides j'ai rêvées!
Mon unique culotte avait un large trou.
-Petit-Poucet rêveur, j'égrenais dans ma course
Des rimes. Mon auberge était à la Grande-Ourse,
-Mes étoiles au ciel avaient un doux frou-frou
Et je les écoutais, assis au bord des routes,
Ces bons soirs de septembre où je sentais des gouttes
De rosée à mon front, comme un vin de vigueur;
Où, rimant au milieu des ombres fantastiques,
Comme des lyres, je tirais les élastiques
De mes souliers blessés, un pied près de mon coeur!
I went off, my fists in my town pockets;
My overcoat too, became ideal;
I walked beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your liege;
Oh ho! what splendid love affairs I dreamed of!
My only pair of trousers had a wide hole.
-A daydreaming Hop o' My Thumb, I strung out rhymes
As I went along. My inn was on the Big Dipper.
-My stars in the sky had a sweet rustling
And I listened to them, as I sat by the roadsides,
Those good September evenings when I felt drops
Of dew on my forehead like a heady wine;
When, rhyming amid the fantastic shadows,
Like lyres I pulled the elastic bands
Of my wounded shoes, a foot close to my heart!
Not the greatest translation out there, but it'll have to do. This poem has so much meaning, especially if you've studied his life. Rimbaud spent time living the "Bohemian" life on the road, with poet Paul Verlaine, his lover. It was a great time in Rimbaud's life, but also not really..Verlaine had a lot of outbursts and tried shooting Rimbaud once (Verlaine went to prison). This poem captures the beauty and happiness of being outdoors and living the Bohemian lifestyle. And I heart it.
Other poems that I could have mentioned include Le Bateau Ivre (The Drunken Boat) by Rimbaud, and a poem I memorized when I had my French Honors Society Ceremony thing and had to read it aloud: L'Automne by Lamartine. But Ma Bohème always strikes a chord within me, so I chose to talk about that one :) The translation of it really won't ever do it justice because in my opinion, if you're reading Rimbaud in English, you're just not getting the full meaning of his words. But that's just my two cents ;)
And now a photo of him. I feel weird saying this because I'm now 21, and he was probably 15 or 16 when this photo was taken, but how adorable is that face?!
I'm so happy to be back on the Literary Blog Hop! I havent' had time to participate the last few weeks, and I really wanted to. There were some great discussion questions :)