Objectif: d écouvrir un poème sur l’automne.

Paul Verlaine peint par Gustave Courbet Paul-Marie Verlaine 30 March 1844–8 January 1896) was a French poet associated with the Symbolist movement. He was elected France's "Prince of Poets" by his peers. His poetry was admired and recognized as ground-breaking, serving as a source of inspiration . He is considered one of the greatest representatives of the fin de siècle in international and French poetry. Paul VERLAINE

Can you put the different parts of Verlaine’s life in the right order? Born in Metz, he began writing poetry at an early age. His first published collection was Poèmes Saturniens (1866) when he was 22.. Verlaine's last years saw his descent into drug addiction, alcoholism, and poverty. He lived in slums and public hospitals, and spent his days drinking absinthe in Paris cafes. Verlaine then meets the poet Rimbaud who will have a great impact on him. In July 1873 in a drunken, jealous rage, he fired two shots with a pistol at Rimbaud, wounding his left wrist, though not seriously injuring the poet. As an indirect result of this incident, Verlaine was arrested and imprisoned. Following his release from prison, Verlaine travelled to England, where he worked for some years as a teacher and produced another successful collection, Sagesse . He died in Paris at the age of 51 on 8 January 1896.

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Travail en paires. Les mots importants du po ème: Sanglot: sob Blesser: to injure, to hurt, to wound Langueur: languor, lethargy Monotone Suffocant: suffocating, stifling Bl ê me: pale Sonner: to ring, to strike Se souvenir: to remember Anciens: ancient, old Pleurer: to cry Vent: wind Mauvais: bad Emporter: to sweep away Pareil: similar, such Feuille: leave Morte: dead

Sanglot: sob

Blesser: to injure, to hurt, to wound

Langueur: languor, lethargy

Monotone

Suffocant: suffocating, stifling

Bl ê me: pale

Sonner: to ring, to strike

Se souvenir: to remember

Anciens: ancient, old

Pleurer: to cry

Vent: wind

Mauvais: bad

Emporter: to sweep away

Pareil: similar, such

Feuille: leave

Morte: dead

About the poem: It is one of the best known in the French language. It is included in Verlaine's first collection, Poèmes Saturniens (1866). The first and second lines of the poem (Les sanglots longs des violons de l'automne / Blessent mon cœur d'une langueur monotone.) were broadcast by the Allies over Radio Londres in 1944 as a code message to the French Resistance in preparation for D-Day. When the second line was broadcast over the radio waves, it signaled that the invasion was to come in 24 hours.

It is one of the best known in the French language. It

is included in Verlaine's first collection, Poèmes

Saturniens (1866).

The first and second lines of the poem (Les sanglots longs des

violons de l'automne / Blessent mon cœur d'une langueur

monotone.) were broadcast by the Allies over Radio Londres in

1944 as a code message to the French Resistance in

preparation for D-Day. When the second line was broadcast over

the radio waves, it signaled that the invasion was to come in

24 hours.

Chanson d'automne Poèmes saturniens Paul VERLAINE (1844-1896)

Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne

Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone.

Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l'heure,

Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure

Et je m'en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte

Deçà, delà, Pareil à la Feuille morte.

Chanson d’automne: Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l'heure, Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure Et je m'en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte Deçà, delà, Pareil à la Feuille morte.

Les sanglots longs

Des violons

De l'automne

Blessent mon coeur

D'une langueur

Monotone.

Tout suffocant

Et blême, quand

Sonne l'heure,

Je me souviens

Des jours anciens

Et je pleure

Et je m'en vais

Au vent mauvais

Qui m'emporte

Deçà, delà,

Pareil à la

Feuille morte.

Qu’est-ce que ce po ème raconte sur l’automne ? L’AUTOMNE

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Bonjour l’automne, au revoir l’ été.

Bonjour les feuilles mortes, au revoir les feuilles vivantes.

Bonjour……., au revoir………..