{"id":536,"date":"2020-05-09T07:38:40","date_gmt":"2020-05-09T07:38:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.atlant.is\/?p=536"},"modified":"2021-02-21T12:38:26","modified_gmt":"2021-02-21T10:38:26","slug":"536","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.douzeb.is\/?p=536","title":{"rendered":"Joan of Arc"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Leonard Cohen’s song<\/a>, 1971<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
        Maintenant les flammes accompagnaient Jeanne d’Arc
<\/em>as she came riding through the dark ;
        qui chevauchait \u00e0 travers l’obscurit\u00e9 ;
<\/em>no moon to keep her armour bright,
        aucune lune pour donner de l’\u00e9clat \u00e0 son armure,
<\/em>no man to get her through this very smoky night.
        aucun homme pour l’aider \u00e0 travers la nuit enfum\u00e9e.
<\/em>She said, \u00ab\u00a0I’m tired of the war,
        Elle dit, \u00ab Je suis lasse de cette guerre,
<\/em>I want the kind of work I had before,
        je voudrais retrouver les travaux de maison,
<\/em>a wedding dress or something white
        une robe de noces ou quelque chose de blanc
<\/em>to wear upon my swollen appetite.\u00a0\u00bb
        pour couvrir mon d\u00e9sir gonfl\u00e9. \u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way,
        Eh bien je suis heureux de t’entendre parler ainsi,
<\/em>you know I’ve watched you riding every day
        tu sais je t’ai observ\u00e9e chevauchant chaque jour,<\/em>
and something in me yearns to win
        et quelque chose en moi aspire \u00e0 apprivoiser
<\/em>such a cold and lonesome heroine.
        cette h\u00e9ro\u00efne distante et solitaire.
<\/em>\u00ab\u00a0And who are you?\u00a0\u00bb she sternly spoke
        \u00ab Et qui donc es-tu ? \u00bb lan\u00e7a-t-elle s\u00e9v\u00e8rement<\/em>
to the one beneath the smoke.
        \u00e0 l’\u00eatre sous la fum\u00e9e.
<\/em>\u00ab\u00a0Why, I’m fire,\u00a0\u00bb he replied,
        \u00ab Quoi, je suis feu, \u00bb r\u00e9pondit-il.
<\/em>\u00ab\u00a0And I love your solitude, I love your pride.\u00a0\u00bb
        \u00ab Et j’aime ta solitude, j’aime ta fiert\u00e9. \u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab\u00a0Then fire, make your body cold,
        \u00ab Alors feu, fais-toi frais,
<\/em>I’m going to give you mine to hold,\u00a0\u00bb
        je vais t’offrir mon corps \u00e0 embrasser, \u00bb
<\/em>saying this she climbed inside
        disant ainsi elle grimpa \u00e0 l’int\u00e9rieur
<\/em>to be his one, to be his only bride.
        pour \u00eatre sienne, son unique \u00e9pouse.
<\/em>And deep into his fiery heart
       Profond\u00e9ment en son coeur ardent<\/em>
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
        il prit la poussi\u00e8re de Jeanne d’Arc,<\/em>
and high above the wedding guests
        et loin au dessus des convives,<\/em>
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
        il tint les cendres de sa robe nuptiale.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was deep into his fiery heart
        Profond\u00e9ment en son c\u0153ur ardent<\/em>
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
        il prit la poussi\u00e8re de Jeanne d’Arc,<\/em>
and then she clearly understood
        et elle comprit clairement<\/em>
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
        s’il \u00e9tait feu, oh elle devait \u00eatre bois.<\/em>
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
        Je la vis tressaillir, je la vis pleurer,<\/em>
I saw the glory in her eye.
        je vis l’\u00e9clat dans son regard.<\/em>
Myself I long for love and light,
        Moi aussi j’ai soif d’amour et de lumi\u00e8re,<\/em>
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?
        mais cela doit-t-il \u00eatre si cruel, et oh si vif ?<\/em>
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