Massacre of Chios 1822
Victor Hugo poem "L' enfant"
The Child
The Turks have been here. All is bleak, in ruin.
Chios, isle of wines, is now a darkened reef
Chios, cradled by green branches,
Chios, where curling waves mirror soft hills, forests, palaces, and, on certain nights⬇️
Victor Hugo poem "L' enfant"
The Child
The Turks have been here. All is bleak, in ruin.
Chios, isle of wines, is now a darkened reef
Chios, cradled by green branches,
Chios, where curling waves mirror soft hills, forests, palaces, and, on certain nights⬇️
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dancing choirs of young girls
All is desert. But no, near a blackened wall sits a Greek child, a blue-eyed boy, alone and bending his head in shame.
For safety, for support, he has but a
single wrecked hawthorn bush, forgotten like him in this forgotten, wasted corner.
All is desert. But no, near a blackened wall sits a Greek child, a blue-eyed boy, alone and bending his head in shame.
For safety, for support, he has but a
single wrecked hawthorn bush, forgotten like him in this forgotten, wasted corner.
Oh poor child, barefoot on these sharp-edged rocks!
Oh to stop the crying of your blue eyes, blue like the sky and like the sea, so that in their shine the light of laughter and joy might evaporate this storm of tears;
young boy, to lift up your blond head,
Oh to stop the crying of your blue eyes, blue like the sky and like the sea, so that in their shine the light of laughter and joy might evaporate this storm of tears;
young boy, to lift up your blond head,
what would you wish for, oh beautiful boy,
what will it take to smile, to gather up in curls resting on your pale shoulder
this mop of hair never touched or shorn, which seems to weep about your beautiful face like the leaves of the willow?
What will make your cloudy cares
what will it take to smile, to gather up in curls resting on your pale shoulder
this mop of hair never touched or shorn, which seems to weep about your beautiful face like the leaves of the willow?
What will make your cloudy cares
disappear?
Perhaps to have this lily from the fields of Iran, bright blue like your eyes?
Or some fruit from the magic Tuba-tree, that tree so great that galloping horses run a century in its shadow?
Would you smile for a handsome forest bird that sings more sweetlythan flutes or
Perhaps to have this lily from the fields of Iran, bright blue like your eyes?
Or some fruit from the magic Tuba-tree, that tree so great that galloping horses run a century in its shadow?
Would you smile for a handsome forest bird that sings more sweetlythan flutes or
oboes and more brilliantly than cymbals?
What would you like? Flowers, fruits, marvelous birds?
- Friend, replies the Greek child with the clear blue eyes,
I want some bullets and a gun.
What would you like? Flowers, fruits, marvelous birds?
- Friend, replies the Greek child with the clear blue eyes,
I want some bullets and a gun.
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