Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
And our love
Must I recall
Joy always followed after pain
Let night come toll the hour
Days move on I remain
Hand in hand let’s linger face to face
While beneath
The bridge of our embrace
The weary swell of timeless glances flows
Let night come toll the hour
Days move on I remain
Love moves on like that current
Love moves on
How slow life seems
And Expectation how violent
Let night come toll the hour
Days move on I remain
Days pass on then the weeks pass on
Neither past times
Nor loves shall come again
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
Let night come toll the hour
Days move on I remain
Apollinaire
translation by Jack Hayes
© 2010
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There is a real lassitude to this poem that I like; the repetition of "Days move on" really makes it dolourous.
ReplyDeleteI like this Apollinaire.