Bread and Roses

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Page d'aide sur l'homonymie Pour le film du même nom, voir Bread and Roses (film). Pour le groupe de musique, voir Bread and Roses (groupe).
Les gardes nationaux du Massachusetts National, baïonnettes au fusil, entourant une marche pacifique

Bread and Roses, en français : du Pain et des Roses, est le titre d'un poème de James Oppenheim, publié dans The American Magazine en décembre 1911, qu'il dédie aux « femmes de l'Ouest » (en anglais : the women in the West). Son titre est repris comme slogan lors de la manifestation des ouvriers textiles de Lawrence, Massachusetts en janvier-mars 1912, aujourd'hui connue aux États-Unis sous le nom de « Bread and Roses strike ».

À travers ce slogan les manifestants réclamaient alors de meilleurs salaires et conditions de travail.

Le slogan est repris par Ken Loach qui en fait l'objet d'un titre d'un de ses films.

Poème et paroles de la chanson[modifier | modifier le code]

Poème

As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
For the people hear us singing: "Bread and roses! Bread and roses!"
As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men,
For they are women's children, and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;
Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!
As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread.
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.
Yes, it is bread we fight for -- but we fight for roses, too!
As we come marching, marching, we bring the greater days.
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
No more the drudge and idler -- ten that toil where one reposes,
But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!

Paroles

As we go marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
For the people hear us singing: Bread and Roses! Bread and Roses!
As we go marching, marching, we battle too for men,
For they are women's children, and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;
Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses.
As we go marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient call for bread.
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.
Yes, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses too.
As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days,
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes,
But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses, bread and roses.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;
Hearts starve as well as bodies; bread and roses, bread and roses.

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