A WW1 CALLIGRAM IN FRENCH

My translation, directly from the French:

Sweet figures stabbed - Dear lips in bloom

MIA   -  MAREYE

YETTE  -  LORIE

ANNIE   and you   MARIE

Where are you,

young maidens?

BUT

near a spring 

of water that cries and

prays, this dove is ecstatic

?

All the memories of yore                                                  Where are Raynal, Billy, Dalize,

Oh, my friends who have gone to war                              whose names are melancholised

are springing up towards the skies                                    like footsteps inside a church?

and your glances into the sleeping waters                         Where is Cremnitz, who enlisted?

die melancholically                                                           Maybe they are already dead

Where are Braque and Max Jacob?                                 Of memories my soul is full

Derain with eyes grey as the dawn?                                The spring of water weeps for my sorrow

THOSE WHO HAVE GONE TO WAR UP NORTH ARE FIGHTING, MEANWHILE

Evening falls -  OH - bloody seas

Gardens where copiously bleeds the laurel, the rose, the warrior flower