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Guillaume Apollinaire; "Le pont Mirabeau"

Guillaume Apollinaire

(from Alcools, 1913)
first published, Feb. 1912

Apollinaire reading the poem (1:14): MP3
& settings by Léo Ferré, Serge Reggiani, Marc Lavoine


Le pont Mirabeau


Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
           Et nos amours
     Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine            Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
           Les jours s'en vont je demeure
Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
           Tandis que sous
     Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l'onde si lasse
           Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
           Les jours s'en vont je demeure
L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
           L'amour s'en va
     Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Espérance est violente
           Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
           Les jours s'en vont je demeure
Passent les jours et passent les semaines
           Ni temps passé
     Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
           Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
           Les jours s'en vont je demeure
Mirabeau Bridge
Translated by Richard Wilbur
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
          Must I recall
     Our loves recall how then
After each sorrow joy came back again
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay
Hands joined and face to face let's stay just so
          While underneath
     The bridge of our arms shall go
Weary of endless looks the river's flow
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay
All love goes by as water to the sea
          All love goes by
     How slow life seems to me
How violent the hope of love can be
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay
The days the weeks pass by beyond our ken
          Neither time past
     Nor love comes back again
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay

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