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- Bread and Roses (« Du Pain et des Roses »), est le titre d'un poème de (en), 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 ouvrières 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 manifestantes réclamaient alors de meilleurs salaires et conditions de travail. Le slogan est repris par Ken Loach pour le titre d'un de ses films. La chanson Bread and Roses est reprise dans la comédie anglaise Pride, du réalisateur Matthew Warchus, sorti en septembre 2014. L'intrigue met en scène l'aide apportée par le groupe londonien des Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners aux familles de mineurs gallois, durant la grève des mineurs britanniques de 1984-1985 qui a opposé les mineurs anglais à Margaret Thatcher. (fr)
- Bread and Roses (« Du Pain et des Roses »), est le titre d'un poème de (en), 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 ouvrières 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 manifestantes réclamaient alors de meilleurs salaires et conditions de travail. Le slogan est repris par Ken Loach pour le titre d'un de ses films. La chanson Bread and Roses est reprise dans la comédie anglaise Pride, du réalisateur Matthew Warchus, sorti en septembre 2014. L'intrigue met en scène l'aide apportée par le groupe londonien des Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners aux familles de mineurs gallois, durant la grève des mineurs britanniques de 1984-1985 qui a opposé les mineurs anglais à Margaret Thatcher. (fr)
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- 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! (fr)
- 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. (fr)
- 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! (fr)
- 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. (fr)
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