André Soriac was a French soldier poet artist (‘Poilu’) who was fifty when he volunteered in 1914. He joined the 277th Regiment of the French Infantry and served in Lorraine in France. He took part in the Battle of Verdun and was wounded three times before being invalided out of the Army in 1916.
I have not been able to find out when Andre Soriac died. Below is one of his poems which I have translated very roughly for those of you who do not understand French. As far as I have been able to ascertain, Diane Degaby was a musical hall artist.
If anyone has any more information about Monsieur Soriac, please get in touch. Thank you.
Dedicated to ‘la belle Diane Degaby, la Bienfaitrice Amie de tous les Poilus Artistes – affectueusement’.
La rafale est passée et les Poilus bien vite
Sans souci des obus, une Pioche à la main,
Bondissent des abris dans un trou de marmite
Pour retrouver au fond le blanc metal germain!...
Et puis, c’est l’atelier dans un coin des tranchées …
Quelques menus outils, une lime, un Marteau,
Pour polir nuit et jour ces bagues guillochées,
Hier … instrument de mort, aujourd’hui … humble aurea.
La bague est terminée et demain, bonnes mères,
Femmes, petites soeurs, ces bijoux des frontiers
Terniront à vos doigts vos plus riches joyaux!...
Car, toutes, vous saurez combine de moments tristes
De soucis, de dangers, vos chers Poilus-Artistes
Ont vécus pour la faire … au fond de leurs boyaux.
No. 28, 3e Série de Cartes-Sonnets illustrées de la Guerre
Edition Cigolia, 8, rue de Condé, Paris 6e.
Dedicated to The Beautiful Diane Degaby, Benefactrice and friend of all the artist-poilus, with great affection.
The storm has passed and the Poilus rush
Heedless of the shells, shovels at the ready,
Leaping from their shelter in a shell hole
Gathering up the spent, white, German metal.
Then, it’s action stations in a corner of the Trench …
A workshop with a few scant tools, a file, a hammer to hand,
Polishing night and day these machine-turned rings.
Yesterday an instrument of death, today … a humble gold band.
The ring is ready and tomorrow, dear Mothers,
Wives, little sisters, these jewels of the frontiers
Will shine – your most valued jewels – on your fingers.
For you will know just many countless moments of sorrow
Of care and danger your dear soldier artists
Have been through to make that ring … in the depths of their Trenches.
Number 28 in a series of illustrated poem cards of the Great War,
Editions Cigola, 8 rue de Conde, Paris 6.