Nine Poems by Guillaume Apollinaire
Le Pont Mirabeau – Guillaume Apollinaire
Under the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine
And our loves don’t fail to remind us
of sorrows followed by joy
Night comes and sounds the knell
The days go by, but not I
Hand in hand, stay face to face
While under the bridge of our arms pass
the endless looks of a weary wave
Night comes and sounds the knell
The days go by, but not I
Like these waves, love fades away
like this life so slow, it goes away
like the violence of this hope.
Night comes and sounds the knell
The days go by, but not I
The days go by, and the weeks go by
but the love fails to return, like time
under the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine
Night comes and sounds the knell
The days go by, but not I
Automne Malade – Guillaume Apollinaire
Autumn ill and adored, you die
when the storm blows
through the rose gardens, when
it has snowed
in the orchards.
poor autumn, dead
in whiteness, and wealth
of snow and ripe fruits.
in the heart of the sky
the sparrows hover above
the elves with green hair, dwarfs
who have never been loved.
in the distant forests,
the stags groan.
and how I love, O season,
how I love the whispers,
the fallen fruits that no one picks,
the wind, the forest’s lament –
its tears in autumn – leaf after leaf.
The leaves
you press,
the crowd
that flows,
the life
that goes.
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