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14
THE FORERUNNERS
I am like the cricket who chirps in the fields.
A storm bursts, rain falls in torrents, drowning
The furrows and the chirping.
But as soon as the flurry is over,
The little musician, undaunted, resumes his song.
In like manner, having heard, in the smoking east, on the devastated earth,
The thunderous charge of the Four Horsemen,
Whose gallop rings still from the distance,
I uplift my head and resume my song,
Puny, but obstinate.
Written August 15 to 25, 1914.[1]
"Journal de Genève" and "Neue Zürcher Zeitung," December 24 and 25, 1915; "Les Tablettes," Geneva, July, 1917.
- ↑ Except the last two stanzas, which were composed in the autumn of the same year.
