Index talk:The Book of the Homeless (New York, Charles Scribner's Sons, 1916).djvu
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![LETTER FROM GENERAL JOFFRE [ TRANSLATION ] Headquarters of the Commander-in-chief of the Armies of the French Republic August 18th, 1915 The United States of America have never forgotten that the first page of the history of their independence was partly written in French blood. Inexhaustibly generous and profoundly sympathetic, these same United States now bring aid and solace to France in the hour of her struggle for liberty. J. Joffre](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/64/The_Book_of_the_Homeless_%28New_York%2C_Charles_Scribner%27s_Sons%2C_1916%29.djvu/page14-120px-The_Book_of_the_Homeless_%28New_York%2C_Charles_Scribner%27s_Sons%2C_1916%29.djvu.jpg)
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![Mais si vous avez besoin de notre amour autant que nous avons besoin de votre justice, Alors c'est que votre soif est grande! P. Claudel Juillet 1915 THE PRECIOUS BLOOD [ TRANSLATION ] Oh, what if Thou, that for a cup of water promisest The illimitable sea, Thou, Lord, dost also thirst? Hast Thou not said, our blood shall quench Thee best And first Of any drink there be? If then there be such virtue in it, Lord, Ah, let us prove it now! And, save by seeing it at Thy footstool poured, How, Lord—oh, how? If it indeed be precious and like gold, As Thou hast taught, Why hoard it? There's no wealth in gems unsold, Nor joy in gems unbought. Our sins are great, we know it; and we know We must redeem our guilt; Even so.](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/64/The_Book_of_the_Homeless_%28New_York%2C_Charles_Scribner%27s_Sons%2C_1916%29.djvu/page42-120px-The_Book_of_the_Homeless_%28New_York%2C_Charles_Scribner%27s_Sons%2C_1916%29.djvu.jpg)
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![Ils n'attendaient plus rien de la tendresse humaine Et cherchaient à chasser d'un effort douloureux L'Ange noir qui se couche à plat ventre sur eux Et qui les considère avant qu'il les emmène. Jean Cocteau HOW THE YOUNG MEN DIED IN HELLAS A FRAGMENT [ TRANSLATION ] Antigone went wailing to the dust. She reverenced not the face of Death like these To whom it came as no enfeebling peace But a command relentless and august. These grieved not at the beauty of the morn, Nor that the sun was on the ripening flower; Smiling they faced the sacrificial hour, Blithe nightingales against the fatal thorn. They grieved not that their feet no more should rove The Athenian porticoes in twilight leisure, Where Pallas, drunk with summer's gold and azure, Brooded above the fountains like a dove. They grieved not for the theatre's high-banked tiers, Where restlessly the noisy crowd leans over, With laughter and with jostling, to discover The blue and green of chaffing charioteers.](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/64/The_Book_of_the_Homeless_%28New_York%2C_Charles_Scribner%27s_Sons%2C_1916%29.djvu/page51-120px-The_Book_of_the_Homeless_%28New_York%2C_Charles_Scribner%27s_Sons%2C_1916%29.djvu.jpg)
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![AN EPITAPH [ TRANSLATION ] Here such an one lies dead for France. His trade To push a barrow stocked with thread, cheese, salt From town to town, under the azure vault, Through endless corridors of rustling shade. True to the sacred law of toil, he made His humble living as the Book commands. Till suddenly there burst upon his lands The thunder of the German cannonade. Poor hero! In the flash that smote him dead He saw his wife and children all in black Weeping about the cart that earned their bread— The cart that, by his passionate impulse sped On immortality's celestial track, Shone brighter than the Wain above his head. Francis Jammes](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/64/The_Book_of_the_Homeless_%28New_York%2C_Charles_Scribner%27s_Sons%2C_1916%29.djvu/page63-120px-The_Book_of_the_Homeless_%28New_York%2C_Charles_Scribner%27s_Sons%2C_1916%29.djvu.jpg)
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