—A little lamb ruminating, stretched out beside its mother, its little eyes half-closed. —A puppy, who seems to be dead-asleep, beginning to growl while it dreams. —The first whinny of a little foal. —A black cat, curled up in the […]
—You are in your house conversing with friends. Someone knocks at the half-door. You say: “Come in.” It is just the person about whom you were talking, for worse rather than better. How irritating! —You have found your cows stealing […]
As many Brittanies as Bretons For each Breton his Brittany. His pocket Brittany. Oh Brittany my Country! each one sings, From the Folklorist to the Nationalist. Yes, there are innumerable Brittanies. It’s useless trying to count. For him, Brittany is […]
“Gentle in the stable, Good in harness” (Advertising in “Le Paysan Breton” for a mare for sale.) The old mare is tired from being too exploited, too poorly-nourished, too brutalized. She’s tired from hearing talk more often of “Getty-up!” than […]
—How stupid you are, people Throwing stones at their signs They have the right to stop you from passing Through the city where they are They have bought They have paid They have rebuilt ruins That collapsed thirty years ago […]
The weather vane turns –The wind’s fantasy— The Southwest wind The Atlantic wind The salty wind of Hope Blows today On the crest of Keravel Bringing clearly to my ear an unexpected strain The music of hammers Striking hurriedly Like […]
Me garje! I WOULD LIKE I would like to be a man A courageous and daring man To climb Mount Bre (1) In my hand the Banner of my Country —The White and Black Banner— In my other hand a […]
I have never sucked another sap Nor set foot on other soil Than yours my own Brittany I have never sucked another sap Never flattened French soil I believe that I’m your very own child I have never sucked another […]
They fell on our territory, Like a flock of crows On the battleground after the attack, The conquerors! For a fistful of French paper And a signature on a document They had the right to own our land. The conquerors! […]
…A thanks to you I say Lord, For that day in October. —One hundred and ten years ago— When a little child was born, Chosen by you to one day be my father. …And a thanks to you Papa To […]
