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Hound voice

La voie de la meute -W.B. YEATS - Daprs Last poms (1936-1939)

mardi 25 mars 2008, par Jean Pierre Lebossé

Ce poème écrit à la veille de la dernière guerre mondiale semble révéler l’engagement de Yeats pour la défense de sa patrie et de la liberté. Dans un double langage où les gens de la terre retrouvent leurs instincts sauvages à travers la voie de la meute qui part à la chasse qui symbolise sans doute la guerre.

Hound voice

Because we love bare hills and stunted trees

And were the last to choose the settled ground,

Its boredom of the desk or for the spade, because

So many years companioned by a hound,

Our voices carry ; and though slumber-bound,

Some few half wake and half renew their choice

Give tongue, proclaim their hidden name – ‘Hound Voice’

The women that I picked spoke sweet and low

And yet gave tongue. ‘Hound Voices’ were they all.

We picked each other from afar and knew

What hour of terror’s comes to test the soul,

And in that terror’s name obeyed the call,

And understood, what none have understood,

Those images that waken in the blood.

Some day we shall get up before the dawn

And find our ancient hounds before the door,

And wide awake know that the hunt is on ;

Stumbling upon the blood-dark track once more,

Then stumbling to the kill beside the shore ;

Then cleaning out and bandaging of wounds,

And chants of victory amid the encircling hounds.