Treasure Island

Andre Marie de Chenier

(30 October 1762 – 25 July 1794 / Istanbul)

A L’Hirondelle


Fille de Pandion, ô jeune Athénienne,
La cigale est ta proie, hirondelle inhumaine,
Et nourrit tes petits qui, débiles encor,
Nus, tremblants, dans les airs n'osent prendre l'essor.
Tu voles; comme toi la cigale a des ailes.
Tu chantes; elle chante. À vos chansons fidèles
Le moissonneur s'égaye, et l'automne orageux
En des climats lointains vous chasse toutes deux.
Oses-tu donc porter dans ta cruelle joie
A ton nid sans pitié cette innocente proie?
Et faut-il voir périr un chanteur sans appui
Sous la morsure, hélas! d'un chanteur comme lui!

Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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