Sunday Poem | 'The Honor of Poets'
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⚠️ Breaking News — Flash Radio follows the developments in real-time. Gallimard, fully committed to resisting Nazism and the occupation of France during World War II, stands on the side of literature,
⚠️ Breaking News — Flash Radio follows the developments in real-time. Gallimard, fully committed to resisting Nazism and the occupation of France during World War II, stands on the side of literature, the voice of freedom and the fight for human dignity. It publishes an anthology of poets in Europe who refused to submit to the enemy or collaborate with him.
2 min read. Recent facts and developments. 'The volume was completed under the oppression in Paris, May 1, 1944,' as stated in the text. The book is prefaced by Louis Aragon and contains writings from prison, from deportees, poems from Europe, Greece, Poland, Holland, Belgium, Norway, Italy, Bulgaria, Yugoslavia, etc., and of course, France, where pseudonyms and nicknames were used. Many poets wrote and published in secret. Among them, Robert Desnos, Louis Aragon, Michel Leiris, Paul Eluard, André Frénaud, Jean Tardieu, Pierre Seghers, Jean Cassou, etc. 'The volume was completed under the oppression in Paris, May 1, 1944.' Some poems appeared anonymously. At a time when a bad wind, brown and threatening, is blowing across Europe, it seemed appropriate to remind us of this. Tahar Bekri ‘Notice’ – Jean de Haut (Paul Eluard The night before his death Was the shortest night of his life The idea that he still existed Burned in his wrists His body’s weight made him sick His strength made him groan It was deep in this horror That he began to smile There was not ONE comrade But millions and millions To avenge him he knew And the day dawned for him 1942 My country – Anne (Edith Thomas) My country, gray country whose woods and meadows sink into the horizon my country in Europe’s prison: Europe that dies over days and nights, under the dull thudding of boots that heavily go on until infinity my country when will life return to the vines? When will the torment of Europe’s prison cease? The honor of poets, Europe, Gallimard