La Lutte Nous Ebranle.(Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker
La Lutte Nous Ebranle.(Translation) .
Notre naissance et notre mort sont les heures faciles, comme le sommeil
et la nourriture et le boisson. La lutte pour le pain,
pour la fierte, pour la simple dignite, nous ebranle.
Et ceci est plus que se battre pour l'existence;
plus que la revolte et la guerre et des cotes humains.
Il ya un voyage du moi a vous.
Il y a un voyage du vous a moi.
il faut une union de deux mondes etranges.
Le notre est une lutte d'un lit trop chaud;
trop encombree d'une patience plein du sommeil.
Hors de cette obscurite nous devons lutter en avant;
du manque de pain, de fierte, de dignite.
La lutte entre le matin et la nuit.
Ceci marque nos ans; ceci decide, aussi, notre situation critique.
- ' The Struggle Staggers Us'.Margaret Walker(1915-1998) .
Ms. Walker's sonnet is about the civil rights struggle for African Americans during the 1960s and '70s. Her people had to struggle for pride, food and drink. Even dignity. It is like a journey from 'me' (African Americans)to 'you' (white people) .. Hopefully, it will result in 'a union of two strange worlds'.
Her people need to get out of a warm bed (never easy)to carry on the striving for the morning of equality from the night of segregation. It does seem that their striving has been successful, at least in some ways.
The Italian (Petrarchan)sonnet has a break between the octet and sestet. The rhymes are: abccddee/ fege ii. Not the usual scheme, but it's there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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