En Montant. (Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker

En Montant. (Translation) .

La route se tourne-t-elle tout le chemin?
Oui, jusqu'a la fin.
Le voyage du jour prendra-t-il toute la journee?
Du matin jusqu'a la soir, mon ami.

Mais est-ce qu'il ya pour la nuit un lieu de repos?
Un toit pourles heures lentes et noires.
L'obscurite ne peut-elle le cacher de mon visage?
Vous ne pouvez manquer cette auberge.

Ferai-je la connaissance d'autres voyageurs la nuit?
Ceux qui sont alles auparavant.
Alors devrai-je frapper, ou appeler juste quand je serai en vue?
Ils ne vous feront attendre a cette porte.

Trouverai-je le confort, epuise de voyager, et faible?
Du travail vous trouverez la somme.
Y aura-t-il des lits pour moi et tous ceux qui cherchent?
Oui, des lits pour tous les arrivants.

'Up-Hill'. Christina Rossetti. (1830-1894) .

Sunday, May 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: travel
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I decided to shorten a couple of lines to fit in better with meter and rhythm, as opposed to word-for-word meaning. For the original English version, see Poem Hunter No.295 for Christina Rossetti. The lyric can be read on two levels. The literal meaning is about a traveller asking questions about where he can stay for the night. He wants to stay at an inn, where there will be 'beds for all who come', a roof over his head. His five questions all receive an affirmative answer.
Figuratively, the poem is about a person reaching the end of his life and asking questions about a resting-place after he dies. An afterlife. Heaven is that inn. It is an angel, or God, who answers the travellers' questions. I find this an outstanding lyric poem in every way-ideas and form. Whichever way you read it, it is a finely-cadenced dialogue. Unforgettable really.
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