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The Expiation
by Victor Hugo |
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Russia 1812
Translated by Robert Lowell |
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| The snow fell, and its power was multiplied. | ||
| For the first time the Eagle1 bowed its head-- | ||
| dark days! Slowly the Emperor returned-- | ||
| behind him Moscow! Its onion domes still burned. | ||
| 5 | The snow rained down in blizzards--rained and froze. | |
| Past each white waste a further white waste rose. | ||
| None recognized the captains or the flags. | ||
| Yesterday the Grand Army, today its dregs! | ||
| No one could tell the vanguard2 from the flanks. | ||
| 10 | The snow! The hurt men struggled from the ranks, | |
| hid in the bellies of dead horses, in stacks | ||
| of shattered caissons.3 By the bivouacs,4 | ||
| one saw the picket5 dying at his post, | ||
| still standing in his saddle, white with frost, | ||
| 15 | the stone lips frozen to the bugle's mouth! |
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| Bullets and grapeshot6 mingled with the snow, | ||
| that hailed...The guard, surprised at shivering, march | ||
| in a dream now; ice rimes the gray mustache. | ||
| The snow falls, always snow! The driving mire | ||
| 20 | submerges; men, trapped in that white empire, | |
| have no more bread and march on barefoot--gaps! | ||
| They were no longer living men and troops, | ||
| but a dream drifting in a fog, a mystery, | ||
| mourners parading under the black sky. | ||
| 25 | The solitude, vast, terrible to the eye, | |
| was like a mute avenger everywhere, | ||
| as snowfall, floating through the quiet air, | ||
| buried the huge army in a huge shroud. | ||
| Could anyone leave this kingdom? A crowd-- | ||
| 30 | each man, obsessed with dying, was alone. | |
| Men slept--and died! The beaten mob sludged on, | ||
| ditching the guns to burn their carriages. | ||
| Two foes. The North, the Czar.7 The North was worse. | ||
| In hollows where the snow was piling up, | ||
| 35 | one saw whole regiments fallen asleep. |
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| Attila's dawn, Cannaes of Hannibal!8 | ||
| The army marching to its funeral! | ||
| Litters, wounded, the dead, deserters--swarms, | ||
| crushing the bridges down to cross a stream. | ||
| 40 | They went to sleep ten thousand, woke up four | |
| Ney,9 bringing up the former army's rear, | ||
| hacked his horse loose from three disputing Cossacks10... | ||
| All night, the qui vive?11 The alert! Attacks; | ||
| retreats! White ghosts would wrench away our guns, | ||
| 45 | or we would see dim, terrible squadrons, | |
| circles of steel, whirlpools of savages, | ||
| rush sabering through the camp like dervishes.12 | ||
| And in this way, whole armies died at night. | ||
| The Emperor was there, standing--he saw. | ||
| 50 | This oak already trembling from the ax, | |
| watched his glories drop from him branch by branch: | ||
| chiefs, soldiers. Each one had his turn and chance-- | ||
| they died! Some lived. These still believed his star | ||
| and kept their watch. They loved the man of war | ||
| 55 | this small man with his hands behind his back, |
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| whose shadow, moving to and fro, was black | ||
| behind the lighted tent. Still believing, they | ||
| accused their destiny of lese-majeste.13 | ||
| His misfortune had mounted on their back. | ||
| 60 | The man of glory shook. Cold stupefied14 | |
| him, then suddenly he felt terrified. | ||
| Being without belief, he turned to God: | ||
| "God of armies, is this the end?" he cried. | ||
| And then at last the expiation15 came, | ||
| 65 | as he heard someone call him by his name, | |
| someone half-lost in shadow, who said, "No, | ||
| Napoleon." Napoleon understood | ||
| before his butchered legions in the snow. | ||
Hugo, Victor, The Expiation. World Masterpieces, Prentice Hall:
Englewood Cliffs, NJ. © 1991.
Questions from "The Expiation"
by Victor Hugo
Russia, 1812.
Note: Any translated work can become a work of art at the
hands of a fine translator-poet. In this case, it's Robert Lowell.
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Section 1
Section 2
Section 3
Section 4
NOTE: students should get lots of freedom in interpreting this; but they should justify their responses carefully.
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