by Brett Rutherford
Translated from Victor Hugo, l'Annee Terrible
ONCE IT WAS GAUL
Once it was Gaul, then France,
then glory.
Once it was Brennus the
audacious,[1]
and that long-haired Celtic titan,
Clovis the victor[2]
Times past, the proud line of battles, Châlons,[3]
Tolbiac the fierce,
Arezzo the cruel,
Bovines, Marignan,
Beaugé, Mons-en-Puelle, Tours,
Ravenna, Agnadel on her
high palfrey,
Fornoue, Ivry, Coutras,
Cérisolles, Rocroy,
Denain and Fontenoy,
all these immortals
With the brows of Zeus
and the wings of demigods,
Jemmape, Hohenlinden,
Lodi, Wagram, Eylau,
The men of the last
square of Waterloo,
and all these war
leaders, Héristal, Charlemagne,
Charles-Martel,
Turenne,
whose names the Germans dread,
Condé, Villars, famed
for such proud success,
this Achilles — Kléber
— this Scipio — Desaix —
Napoleon, greater than
Caesar and Pompey —
by the hand of a bandit
they all surrendered their swords.
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