Le Beau Visage Du Brumaire Poem by Douglas Scotney
Le Beau Visage Du Brumaire
Près le fin de siècle,
se fatiguent, les français,
et leurs fils et filles,
de la rationalité,
et cherchent un beau visage.
Pendant une nuit
au mois du brumaire, Ans huit,
(aussi neuf novembre,
mil sept cents quatre-vingts dix-neuf) ,
un beau visage fait travailler sa magie,
et devient que cherchent-ils,
les françaises,
et leurs fils
et filles.
Near the turn of the century,
the French and their sons and daughters
get tired of rationality
and look for a beautiful face.
During one night
in the month of mists, year 0008,
(also 9 Nov.1799) ,
a beautiful face works its magic,
and becomes what they're looking for,
the French
and their sons
and daughters.
(It's the face of Napoleon)
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